We've all gathered 'round the fire
Dressed in wolven skins
Our shaman wise, he called us
Utt'ring words of violence
The raven's song had reached his ear
A vision of the Cross
His tongue was cut, his heart was torn
The shaman's worst of dreams was born
He warned of messengers of East
They hail a false sunrise
Theirs is a son of cunning words
For you his sweetened lies
In the clothes of peace they come
Speak riddles of rebirth
A threefold lie, a throne, a sky
Forsake your father's earth
We've all gathered 'round the fire
Dressed in wolven skins
Our shaman wise, he called us
Utt'ring words of violence
The raven's song had reached his ear
A vision of the Cross
His tongue was cut, his heart was torn
The shaman's worst of dreams was born
The voices of our ancestors
We have to understand
The voice of blood we follow
Lest we not see our end
Listen brave men, listen closely
To the raven's song
Have inner understanding
Of the place where we belong