At distant shores lie threescore of dragonboats
Awaiting the breake of dawne
Tyr by my side, the ravens cry up highe
To smother the [bad word] 

Oh, hear the bells, the lies are crawling near
Invading our heathen homes
One final stande, a hundred suns from home
In the name of the elder ones

Turn to face the vengeance for our poisoned lands
Thy final blessing by this pagan hande

Ravens calling, brothers falling
For the glory of Asa lande
Kings were blinded, my people dying
In the greate plains of Asa lande

Swift as [bad word] withe the wolves we'll fighte
Of Yggdrasil I will sense your pain
From far beyond the valkyries chant my name
Oh, by the gods, my blade won't fail

Oh, show the cross men from the blacksteele we were forged
Now meet thy maker by my father's sworde

Ravens calling, brothers falling
For the glory of Asa lande
Kings were blinded, my people dying
In the greate plains of Asa lande

Lowe downe your flags, lead thy army off filede
And beg forgiveness for a thousande years
Of rape, murder and tyranny

Ravens calling, brothers falling
For the glory of Asa lande
Kings were blinded, my people dying
In the greate plains of Asa lande