The incarnate ethereal of nine
Wardaemonic
I call forth the winds
The cold from beneath the stones
I hear the whispers of a dead age
As the trees sway to the mountains moan
The cold from beneath the stones
I hear the whispers of a dead age
As the trees sway to the mountains moan
I summon the dark
As dawn fades
Midnights slumber
My dwelling among dead trees
The soil of my eternal rest
Feel my rotten stench on the breeze
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