كلمات Where Ravens Dare

Where Ravens Dare Storm riders from the sky Stygian knights on black horizons Dying lands, a breath away In northern realms of bitter cold Eroded spires on towers of old Ancient fields of battle below The sky it burns with fumes of blood The sky is ours Few cowards stride into the heart of darkness Few eagles fly where ravens dare We consume the dying flesh We consume the rotting eyes We are the constellations We are the lurking terror Warriors of old Together as one Flags and banners Ride the wind A murder of ravens Together as one Will guide our path Onward to triumph march! Few cowards stride into the heart of darkness Few eagles fly where ravens dare Behold… The sky is ours The sky is ours The sky is ours