The Swordsmen - Carpathian Forest

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