Once in the ancient times a decision has been made:
Let there be a wolf and deer
Hunter and its prey
Let there also be a witness to this all:
lonely griever dressed in black
And so the first raven was born
 
Circling high above, watching the turns
Of that never-stopping wheel of fate
Searching for fields of game
When one is dying, another is 'bout to born
Out in the frontier well that's the law
The weak will always be outgunned...
 
The kingdom of claws and teeth
An empire for the raven to keep
Under strong, [bad word] wings
Sacred knowledge is safe
As long as the messenger flies
 
From coast to inland, from heart to soul
Fathers before their sons, all for same goal
Take this message to those who have lived here before
Tell that their legacy is been once again passed on
 
From the highest treetop [bad word] and judges until the end of time
Feel no sorrow, no guilt or shame
The fallen ones
Were born to die that way