The Swordsmen

From the thunder and the storm
Another winter has sneaked upon me again
There's something strange going on here
On these great cold coastals lines

The grim vision of chaos
Upon mankind
And life itself
Nights of black candles
And gallons of strange old brew
Changing suit into gold

The grip of frost
And the winds from the north
Lurking beneath
The surface of the coastal horizon

Banners of war
Banners of the apocalypse
Hatred towards mankind and life itself
Violence is fashion

The graveyard soil is changing to stone
So many of its deaths had been midvinter
The blinding snowdrifts
The subzero temperature