darkness entombs us, as we watch the mountains beforewaiting for the silent wind to bring us thesign of the ancient hornthe bells shall chime as the towers burnin flames of eternal hateburn in the name of the elder faithblack ravens of war raise your unholy banneragain the smell of blood shall driftunder the silver moonchant your song on northern gloryblow your horns for northern pridesing those songs so long forgottenhail those ravens that once died
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