Original lyrics

EN

Crossing the channel of fire The wings of the dragon shall carry my high The sky so dark and cold Known only to the spirits that grew old We rush towards the ravenclaws That silently await to crush us all We await the coming Cursed as hellhouse lizards we all shall crawl Not the blessed Nor the gifted We choose the true evil Not the feeble We lords of dogs We lords of the hamlets We lords of swords We call upon thee Souls of the infernal Ghosts of the wicked Spirits of all that is still Dance to the masters organ We call upon you Incarnated souls of disaster Spread the fire all high and low The ravenclaws has waited too long