Over jagged peaks of stone
The lonesome raven flies
A warning sign of things to come
An omen in the skies
Jet black with eyes of frigid white
I crave its mournful song
To summon us, with violent lust
To usher souls to the beyond
Silence broken
The raven calls
We march in silence
We storm the walls
Before the sun
Doth rise again
A king will fall
Among his men