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Darkness entomb us as we watch the

Mountains before

Waiting for the wind to bring us the sign of the Ancient horn

The bells shall chime as the towers burn

In flames of eternal hate

Burn in the name of the elder faith

Black ravens of the war raise your unholy banner

Again the smell of blood shall drift

Under the silver moon

Chant your song on northern glory

Blow your horns for northern pride

Sing those songs so long forgotten

Hail those ravens that once died