darkness entombs us, as we watch the mountains before

waiting for the silent wind to bring us the

sign of the ancient horn



the bells shall chime as the towers burn

in flames of eternal hate

burn in the name of the elder faith



black ravens of war raise your unholy banner

again the smell of blood shall drift

under the silver moon



chant your song on northern glory

blow your horns for northern pride

sing those songs so long forgotten

hail those ravens that once died