The Swordsmen

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.