Tales have told of all those who died, Black angels call in your hour to fight
Honour and proud we try to guard, The seasons is rise for thy ravens cry,
Battle raven fly, Hear me when I die
Through the lakes she guides, In the mists we ride
She calls forgotten words to the last dying
Tales have sold of all those who died, The wizards of the knights sale to this our last fight
The lady of the lake takes swords back in the gripe The time comes for thy ravens last flight, In dreams they say goodbye.