Paroles de The Holy Raven

Wind of Paganland The bells of war are ringing The great queen Black Annis War screams, in Pagan hearts Fresh blood of the occupants The real art is this Climb to the peak of the cranium mountain Thus, you can see the farthest You can feel the hate of Black Annis Through her fatal passions Look at eyes of the holy raven See the cold flames Feel the eternal hate of pagans Bells are ringing The gloomy bells of Paganland Look at eyes of the holy raven And see Black Annis War screams, in Pagan hearts Fresh blood of the occupants The real art is this Climb to the peak of the cranium mountain See her crimson sword The great queen, holy raven