Darkness, Swallows - Me

The gray wind heats my face,

and pestilence that I smell moving me,

death I bring, death I leave seems to whisper and my soul back to feeling lost.

Whimpering souls lash my body,

dragged by the dark ancestral wind.

If this was a dream I don't want to awake,

still its memory will be impossible to drag.

Darkness, Swallows - me!...

Darkness, Swallows - me!

Now the truth is accepted by me,

only remains resignation,

everything arond me lost its colour

I'm one more soul dragged by the gray wind.