As ravens croak for doom, we gaze upon a frigid moon.
Raging winds howl above, let chaos spread. Hymning for you.
Let the rivers spoil and crack, as we ride on wings of black.
Like a gash on holy bread, the smell of death.
Growing on innocent blood. In ruthless attack.
I scream for tonight, in this world we kill.
In this world we kill.
As we ride on wings of black.