A cold winter breeze, coming from the northTrees are covered in white iceRavens, restless of what will comeAs winter spreads his deadly handsThe sky is covered in dark cloudsBringing more of winter's deadly windsHiding from what will comeWhen the silent death starts falling downThe longer the storm holds onThe hungrier the beasts will becomeDeath to the weak, strong ones will surviveThis is nature's doing, for millions of yearsRunning away to find a place to hideRunning away to escape the end of lifeThis had been the way in this solitary landSince the beginning of life and until its endRunning away to find a place to hideRunning away to escape the end of lifeRuthless as nature can be to all living thingsIn the end, birth of new life it bringsWinter, with his wicked wrath,leaves blinding beauty in his path!Nothing to see of the life's who had to fallThis is mother nature's way after all.
Winter‘s wickedwrathThis frosty song has risen froma hot summer day where i was at home because of covid.This song is part of the blackmasses limited edition collection by Masters Of Kaos Productions and was written for this special split. It is also available as a 7“ Vinyl in transparent blue optic. Very limited edition!