The Winds of Mayhem

Bathory

The Return

The Wind Of Mayhem

Praying to the wind to return

Chant the heat of infernal lightning

Gaze at the sky and its poisoned clouds

Listen for the sound of thunder

Now the tide has changed...

Stand on the cliffsedge alone in the night

My hair is blowing freely in the Wind

Fell so cold yet my yearn give me heat

Raise my head to the sky and breath in

Now the time is right...

It brings us curse, lust, hate, damnation and death

Wail through darkness and bring evil

It squall it screams

Satanas is present but yet he is unseen

THE WIND OF MAYHEM