Far above the ravengate
The spreaded wings of blashyrkh waits
Above the roaring depths
Sits the oath of frost
On the elder raventhrone

Older mountains sleeping in my sight
By chilling woods I stand
grimly sound of naked winds
Is all that shall ever be heard from here [bad word] the rightful kings of highest halls
Cry of ravens lurk the realm
Eternally through the noctambulant grimness

Demons stride at the gates of blashyrkh...
Blashyrkh... Mighty ravendark...