Like a deep call from an abyss of hate
The forgotten souls arose
One by one, man by man, dead ones without peace
Armed with weapons, armed with shields
A sea of sinister undead men
The army of hate and ashes
They found my path, they ran through my forest
Under the red gloom of the moon
I felled them wave by wave, no souls in peace
One spear could not win this fight
Brother Raven heard the song of swords
Soon the sky was darkened by my brothers
A fight it was, one last time
Brothers stood side by side
Thunder in the skies, a mighty song
Raven's beak and sword quenched their thirst
They fought til victory for the final honor
This victory is worn by the raven still