The Swordsmen Lyrics
Another winter has sneaked upon me again.There's something strange going on hereon these great cold coastals lines.The grim vision of Chaosupon mankindand life itself.Nights of black candlesand gallons of strange old brew.Changing suit into gold.(Repear verse 1)The grip of frostand the winds from the north.Lurking beneaththe surface of the coastal horizon.Banners of War. Banners of the Apocalypse.Hatred towards mankind and life itself.Violence is fashionThe graveyard soil is changing to stone,so many of its deaths had been midvinter.The blinding snowdrifts.The subzero temperature.
Carpathian Forest The Swordsmen
