The Old Wind by The Old Wind Lyrics
As I wak in shade
Eternity in pain
With the eye in light
Possessed blood is drained
We are fed, fed on your dead
Feast on your gone
We are fed, on your dead
Feast on your gone
The old wind is near
The slain will begin
Repuslion in dust
When hate is calling you in
The serpents spit
They brought upon
Drown at disgust
Sick souls will be gone
Blind your eyes
In the hole of broken bones
Spill your souls
To the tones of empty roles
It's your righteous filth to crawl in them holes
It's your righteous faith, laugh at their wormholes
The god within, the only way
The emptiness, for them we pray
Eternity in pain
With the eye in light
Possessed blood is drained
We are fed, fed on your dead
Feast on your gone
We are fed, on your dead
Feast on your gone
The old wind is near
The slain will begin
Repuslion in dust
When hate is calling you in
The serpents spit
They brought upon
Drown at disgust
Sick souls will be gone
Blind your eyes
In the hole of broken bones
Spill your souls
To the tones of empty roles
It's your righteous filth to crawl in them holes
It's your righteous faith, laugh at their wormholes
The god within, the only way
The emptiness, for them we pray