We sailed to many lands
With sword and fire
Clenched in our hands
Set alight by cold wrought iron
All the lives we took
By conquest and vengeance
To old gods we’re sworn
Our ancestors’ rites and legends
Our eyes meet the sky
Watching the ravens fly
When the ravens are fed
The earth shook and the winds spoke
Axe and arrow rain overhead
Spirits clash as iron meets oak
When the ravens are fed
Blood hawks feasting on the dead
From corpses of fallen men
Their names soon all forget
When the ravens are fed
When we stand above conquered men
Banners staked upon hill high
No peace will we extend
Suffer the hands of cruel fate
Our d**h and bloodshed await
No raven flew high as swords bit
And flayed the flesh of all
A spear instead, so strong and sharp
Pierced us with its call
The One-Eyed wielder, slayer
Our fate bound to befall
The storm’s thunder gave way
As the dew of bodies ran
Down flickers of light, threads frayed
Clouds of battle clothe the dead
Across the field of blood and shame
Where Fala’s horses graze