The Call - Winds Of Hate

Cold landscapes of silence's reign
Invade my soul, storm of power
Frozen mountains covered with snow
Overwhelming my thoughts of fury

Little human in its form and spirit
Shall never reach this level of might
May it suffer the nature's anger
Driven away by the winds of hate

When the scum has disappeared
The great entity shall rule again
And the ethereal godless forces
Will possess the entire surface of earth

Little human in tis form and spirit
Shall never reach this level of might
May it suffer the nature's anger
Driven away by the winds of hate