XASTHUR - Split with ACID ENEMA
Xasthur - Doomed By Howling Winds
The wind cast a ruin upon my soul.
The night is dying, yet we cursed the dawn,
each mourning, upon a festering grave.
The moonlight has no shine through the doom.
The burning corpse of god shall keep us warm
in the doom of howling winds
For we are a race from beyond the wanderers of night.