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