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