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