Return of the Freezing Winds

In the night the forest lies cold

Longing for the north wind to return

Hear the sad whisper of the wind

Blackened clouds cover the crescent moon

Evil lords ride the tempest wings

Cursed is the soil of the pathetic fools

The winds of mayhem have returned

To the infernal land of the forest

The return

Dark is the shadow of the reaper

His cold embrace of melancholy

Illuminated are the old roots of evil

Hear the grim anguished cries

Frozen millennium of the evil usurper

From the dark caves of the forest

Freezing winds sweeps the autumn meadow

This is the hellstorm of our infernal ways

The return of the freezing winds