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From the thunder and the storm |
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Another winter has sneaked upon me again. |
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There's something strange going on here |
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on these great cold coastals lines. |
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The grim vision of Chaos |
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upon mankind |
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and life itself. |
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Nights of black candles |
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and gallons of strange old brew. |
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Changing suit into gold. |
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(Repear verse 1) |
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The grip of frost |
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and the winds from the north. |
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Lurking beneath |
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the surface of the coastal horizon. |
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Banners of War. |
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Banners of the Apocalypse. |
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Hatred towards mankind and life itself. |
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Violence is fashion |
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The graveyard soil is changing to stone, |
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so many of its deaths had been midvinter. |
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The blinding snowdrifts. |
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The subzero temperature. |
