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