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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 |
