Текст песни When Bitter Spring Sleeps - Raven in the Ribcage

Cresting the mountain
I scent the blood
Upon the cold wind
The aching hunger

So many nights
Since our father died
He spoke the words of power
That set us free

With fire in our hearts
And blood in our eyes
We watch the fall of man
From the mountainside
From the lonely mountainside

And from the sunken heart
Within the steam and gore
Behold mighty raven
Bearer of wolven souls
To summerlands

Ascend to moonlight
Upon the wings of black
Behold mighty raven
Bearer of wolven songs
To summerlands

A feast of fallen antler
Our muzzles in blood
Our eyes are closed
To the thunder of guns

The pack descends upon him
To silence the night
A brother has fallen
But the raven doth rise