Crows
Follow to the frozen woods
Where dream of life is dead
Megalithic crystals are melting
And scars across the Land
Veratýr! Master of the runes,
This harvest of the battle is for you.
All whom burn in the pyre of glory,
Will rise again in the Hall of Fame.
Crows of the Elder follow wolves of the sea
And old man rise his hand to hail the victory.
Come with me to the Hall of Fame
Brave heir of the northern land
Shadow! Wings shadow,
Laid as darkness to the leprous land
Shadow! Wings shadow,
Crows of the war take the harvest of the dead
Fighting and falling, and rise again.
Renewed and reborn pure souls
This endless circle will go on
Until this world will fall
Crows of the Elder follow snakes of the sea
And old Man directs his glance to see the victory.
Come with me to the Hall of Fame
Brave children of the northern land
Shadow! Wings shadow,
Laid as darkness to the leprous land
Shadow! Wings shadow,
Crows of the war take the harvest of the dead
Fighting and falling, and rise again.
Renewed and reborn pure souls
This endless circle will go on
Until this world will fall and rise again
