Strange Old Brew
Album - 6 novembre 2000 - Debaser id 164727

The trail I walk is haunted
By his blinding light

Somewhere
Down there
For eternities undefeated
Unwanted
Untouched
The evil incarnate

The cloak of midnight
Screams are strong
Around the oppressed

Like a blizzard
Like a whirlwind
Like the long lost divinity!
It falls heavy like a stone
I am what I am
Spill the blood one more time

The trail I walk is haunted
By his blinding light

Cloak of midnight

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Return of the Freezing Winds (03:07)

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Carpathian Forest • Strange Old Brew

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

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