[Music and lyrics by Sanrabb]



Crossing the channel of fire

The wings of the dragon shall carry my high

The sky so dark and cold

Known only to the spirits that grew old

We rush towards the ravenclaws

That silently await to crush us all

We await the coming

Cursed as hellhouse lizards we all shall crawl



Not the blessed

Nor the gifted

We choose the true evil

Not the feeble



We lords of dogs

We lords of the hamlets

We lords of swords

We call upon thee

Souls of the infernal

Ghosts of the wicked

Spirits of all that is still

Dance to the masters organ



We call upon you

Incarnated souls of disaster

Spread the fire all high and low

The ravenclaws has waited too long