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In the night the forest lies cold

Longing for the north wind to return

Hear the sad whisper of the wind

Blackened clouds covers the lucid moon

Evil lord rides the tempest wings

Cursed are the souls of the pathetic fools

The winds of mayhem have returned

To the eternal land of the forest

The return

Dark is the shadow of the reaper

His cold embrace of melancholy

Illuminated is the old root of evil

Hear the grim anguished cries

Frozen millennium of the usurper

From the dark cavern of the forest

Freezing winds sweep the autumn meadow

This is the hellstorm of our infernal ways

The return of the freezing winds

The return of the freezing winds