Howling Through Songtext
von O’Death

Wind storm, howling through the air
Wind sun born of spit and hair
Hold back, till the night hangs limp
Wind gone, the morning breaks the stare

There′s blood that flows through the iron cave
And pools of mess where flesh is made
Through brown-black, roots of an old oak tree
Found a place that was waiting for me

Wind storm, bringing in the sands
Worn out, crumbling in our hands
Hold on, till the sky breaks west
Wind done, the screaming clears will rest


There's blood that flows through the iron cave
And pools of mess where flesh is made
Through brown, black, roots of an old oak tree
Found a place that was waiting for me

Come back in, into the water
I reached out and barely caught her
All against an evening sour
Made to break beneath her power
I was hung, now to get haunted
All again and leave upon it

And who believes in soul
Which tried to pass by me
I learned to take control
Below what I can be

And who believes in soul
Which tried to pass by me
I learned to take control
Below what I can be