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