Woorden: Bathory. The Ravens.

Steadily on jagged wings
Feathers black against the burning sky
Spread your wings and ride the wind
Gaze down on me with blackest eyes
Fly my Ravens,fly ahead
Over the mountain and endless sky
Fly my Ravens,over my head

Let the wind carry you up high
Fly my Ravens,it`s time to fly
And for me maybe to die