[J. Nordavind '95]
From the thunder and the storm
Another winter has sneaked upon me again.
There's something strange
going on here
on these great cold coastals lines.
The grim vision of Chaos
upon mankind
and life itself.
Nights of
black candles
and gallons of strange old brew.
Changing suit into gold.
(Repear verse 1)
The grip of frost
and the winds
from the north.
Lurking beneath
the surface of the coastal horizon.
Banners of War.
Banners of the Apocalypse.
Hatred
towards mankind and life itself.
Violence is fashion
The graveyard soil is changing to stone,
so many of its deaths had been
midvinter.
The blinding snowdrifts.
The subzero temperature.