Trophy of war, the waste of afterlife, Death is the law, look into staring eyes

The hymn of the crow resounds in the bloody skies

Faces would I saw, grow dump by the axy by my side

The power of ravishment , the massacre before my eyes

On my shoulder the begging crows, feasting on my sacrifice

Cut off the worn out heads, rituals in the blooded light

The trophy hold up high, welcome from the gold like skies

Madness the adour to kill, The shadows would I feel

Blinding blades of war The trophy hold up high, thunder and lightning roar

They fall into grace, begging about their honour in life

In fear the staring face, cut their head in ear-deafening cries

I tear the last veins, break ones neck and turn around

Skies send thundering blaze, sculls burst out, blood runs out in scabbing sounds

We're riding along the river, in the twilight of the gods Frozen rain is falling

The cries of the ravens call sacrifice

Trophy of war, Death is law, Hymns of the crow, Look into staring eyes, remember in faces would I saw

The power of ravishment , the massacre before my eyes

On my shoulder the begging crows, feasting on my sacrifice

Cut off the worn out heads, rituals in the blooded light, The trophy hold up high, welcome from the gold like skies

They fall into grace, begging about their honour in life In fear the staring face, cut their head in ear-deafening cries

I tear the last veins, break ones neck and turn around Skies send thundering blaze, sculls burst out, blood runs out in scabbing sounds

We're riding along the river, in the twilight of the gods, Frozen rain is falling, the cries of the ravens call sacrifice