Mother Nature Explode In Colors

It Is The Gruesome Season To Come

The Darkness Grows In My Mind

As The Tress Fade To Die

Oh, I Feel So Strange, The Wind Blows So Cold

It Feels Like Someone Else Reign The Time To Come

May This, My Subconcious Prophecy Turn Out To Be Real

As Autumn Turns To Winter...

Then Winter Will Turn To Death



Times To Come Are Frozen

I Feel It In The Air

Times To Come Are Evil



Oh, What A Lovely Feeling To Wake Up To A Choir Of Witches

Those Grey Infernal Creatures

As They Lurk In The Obscure Morning Light, Morning Light

Snow Has Covered The Ground

The Wolves Must Be A Sign, A Sign, A Confirmation Of What's Left To Come



I Release My Spirit Of Hate, As I Enter The Circle Of Wolves

They, Brothers From The Dark Past, Shall Tear The Lambs Apart



Times To Come Are Frozen



Times To Come Are Frozen

I Feel It In The Air

Times To Come Are Evil