brave sons of the pagan age raises

by the summoning of a wind from the past

silently watching the valleys below

as the northern light crosses the sky

by the light of a thousand fires

over the hills of a thousand graves

unholy invocating words have been chanted



the rebirth of the ravens has come

war is the reflection in their eyes

glorious again the northland shall become

and the strength of the pagan ones shall arise



brave sons of the pagan age raises

northern steel cuts the flesh of the false

storms of ancient hate is howling across time

as the lightning rapes the sky

and the blaze of the hammer strikes

force the week to kneel for the stong

the rebirth of the ravens has come