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(Music: IX / Lyrics: Necator)

From the time before time ancient winds still blow

They bring presage, fears and dust, smell of catacombs

Poisoned winds caress the lands seeding it with woe

Cold but fascinating winds ravish human souls

From old shrines and mossy graves death is whispering

Hissing with the prowling words, luring in dark dreams

They blow through human flesh and bones

And leave there their disease

And bitterness spreads in the soul

And inner pests increase

There is neither healing nor escape once the seed is sown

Heart of man is doomed to rot feeding Devil’s worm

Greedy hole within is growing wolfing down its prey

And upon the ruined life Death states his total reign

They blow through human flesh and bones

And worming deep inside

And blackest holes consume the souls

And inner sores grow wide