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.