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