Xasthur - Xasthur(us):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.

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