Hellsaw A Winter Cold
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
