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I scour the battlefields in search of my wretched enemies and their debt is in blood

On the ground where they once have stood they will fall down onto the crimson mud

Damnation unto those who are weak and may they suffer into purgatorial pain

Their statuses mean nothing blood will fall will down onto the ground like falling rain

With vengeance on their mind the ravens are coming with their reckoning

With revenge on their mind the ravens are coming and they are on the wing

The Arctic winds will swarm onto your rich fertile and abundant lands

Forever trapped inside the darkness fate is the one that holds your hand

The ever present blade will be raised onto your pathetic useless throat

A vulgar display of power splatter your remains and let the blood defile your Lord

With vengeance on their mind the ravens are coming with their reckoning

With revenge on their mind the ravens are coming and they are on the wing

I scour the battlefields in search of my wretched enemies and their debt is in blood

On the ground where they once have stood they will fall down onto the crimson mud

Damnation unto those who are weak and may they suffer into purgatorial pain

Their statuses mean nothing blood will fall will down onto the ground like falling rain

With vengeance on their mind the ravens are coming with their reckoning

With revenge on their mind the ravens are coming and they are on the wing