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 coastal lines The grim vision of Chaos Upon mankind and life itself Nights of black candles And gallons of strange old brew Changing shit into gold Rock and roll From the thunder and the storm Another winter has sneaked upon me again There's something strange going on here On these great cold coastal lines 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