Ravens of Battle

Ravens of battle...
You fly over the fallen temples...
Under black clouds in the landscapes of eternal desolation...
Ravens of battle...
You fly over the battlefields...
Where the enemy's blood flows in rivers of victory....

In the thrones of the high mountains...
Where the white snow her source glorify...
Under black clouds itself extends the landscape desolations...
The coldest battlefields where the warrior spirits unleashed their fury...
Where millennial trees compose the hymn of holocaust

In the days of the last battle...
The days of the waiting vengeance...
For the tears of our clan...
For the great horse of fire...
For our noble fallen warriors...
Defenders of the majestic Mother Night

Now, we are more than they...
More learned and hateful...
Then I will see the ravens of battle flying over the fallen temples...
Flying over the dying bodies of my enemies