The gates are now open
Perverse winds are blowing
The hands of d**h undench
Releasing the air of gods
Burrowing in skin digging in flesh
Agonizing attack
Air is a maggot covered in worms
The gates are now open
Perverse winds are blowing
The hands of d**h undench
Stormworm
Panic is in the air
In the mouth and nose the crawl
Feeding on the membranes devoured in minutes
Skeletal remains with an empty stare
Stormworm