A Winter Cold - Hellsaw

A new dimension opens

All depressions conquered

We will fly, the storms are ended again

You must raise the banner of blasphemy

The evil returns

All liars burn

We will fly, the storms are ended again

You must raise the banner of blasphemy

When autumn arrives

The air cools down

The sun and the fog

Embrace our mountains

The time comes to let

The winter in and rest again

Short days

Long nights — A small kind of winter sleep

Trist light

Black mind

Winter is raging

Winter is calling

We will fly, the storms are ended again

You must raise the banner of blasphemy

Winter is raging

Winter is calling