The fire and the wind - Demoniac

The thought of wintertime we are the brave that kill

Another soul to take

My thoughts will instigate your death

Realise your death is full of lifeless pain

Shattering your soul, the flight of misery

Tortured minds the course to end the suffering

Come with me, till the end of time

We are the fire and the wind

We are the morning and the night

We are the shadows in the fields of might

We are the fire of the storm

We are the evening and the dawn

We are the fire and the wind

And the pain of tortured minds

Burning candles in the wind

We are the fire of the line

Be me tonight