| In the night the forest lies cold
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| Longing for the north wind to return
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| Hear the sad whisper of the wind
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| Blackened clouds cover the crescent moon
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| Evil lords ride the tempest wings
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| Cursed is the soil of the pathetic fools
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| The winds of mayhem have returned
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| To the infernal land of the forest
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| The return
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| Dark is the shadow of the reaper
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| His cold embrace of melancholy
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| Illuminated are the old roots of evil
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| Hear the grim anguished cries
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| Frozen millennium of the evil usurper
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| From the dark caves of the forest
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| Freezing winds sweeps the autumn meadow
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| This is the hellstorm of our infernal ways
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| The return of the freezing winds |