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. (Repear verse 1) The grip of frost And the winds from the north. Lurking beneath The surface of the coastal horizon.
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