Return Of The Freezing Winds

In the night the forest lies coldLonging for the north wind to returnHear the sad whisper of the windBlackened clouds cover the crescent moonEvil lords ride the tempest wingsCursed is the soil of the pathetic foolsThe winds of mayhem have returnedTo the infernal land of the forestThe returnDark is the shadow of the reaperHis cold embrace of melancholyIlluminated are the old roots of evilHear the grim anguished criesFrozen millennium of the evil usurperFrom the dark caves of the forestFreezing winds sweeps the autumn meadowThis is the hellstorm of our infernal waysThe return of the freezing winds