The Tale Of The Raven

I saw my horde of trolls and wraiths
Bent spears as far as the eye can see
thousand bodies all dead and cold
My forest army now lies in hibernation

Then she sang a dark tune of hate
She promised gifts, souls for food
To a somber spirit from the kingdom of twilight [bad word] etched, one never before seen

Like a lightning bolt in the night with firey color
force that swells in flesh and marrow
tongue of ill omen and black stains
Now heard are screams of thousands in pain

Treetops and mountain peaks for leverage
Black as thunderheads and forest bogs
Feathers sprouting where skin once was
Til the end of time they proclaim their worries

So did the shredder lost his brother in war
They flew to the edge of the world
By a forgotten and sinister magic
The charred spirit felt no remorse

Now falls the master of black skies
The call of the battle and the chill of the corpse
Still filled with the heat of battle and burning hate
They feed without honor on the rotting remains of war

...until the end of Time 
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The Tale Of The Raven

I saw my horde of trolls and wraiths
Bent spears as far as the eye can see
thousand bodies all dead and cold
My forest army now lies in hibernation

Then she sang a dark tune of hate
She promised gifts, souls for food
To a somber spirit from the kingdom of twilight [bad word] etched, one never before seen

Like a lightning bolt in the night with firey color
force that swells in flesh and marrow
tongue of ill omen and black stains
Now heard are screams of thousands in pain

Treetops and mountain peaks for leverage
Black as thunderheads and forest bogs
Feathers sprouting where skin once was
Til the end of time they proclaim their worries

So did the shredder lost his brother in war
They flew to the edge of the world
By a forgotten and sinister magic
The charred spirit felt no remorse

Now falls the master of black skies
The call of the battle and the chill of the corpse
Still filled with the heat of battle and burning hate
They feed without honor on the rotting remains of war

...until the end of Time
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Jag såg min här av troll och vätte
Slappa spjut så långt ögat mätte
Tusende kroppar alla döda och svala
Min arme ur skogen nu låg i dvala

Då sjöng honan mörk en sång av hat
Hon lovade bort gåvor själar till mat
Åt en dyster ande ur springornas rike [bad word] ristades aldrig skådats en like

Som en blixt i natten av eldens färg
En kraft som kvälide i kött och märg
En tunga av illdåd och sotig svärta
Nu hördes ett skrik av tusens smärta

Skogens topp och klippans kant som värn
Svart som åskmoln och skogens tjärn
Fjädrar nu spreta där skinnet voro
Till tiders [bad word] de nu ropa sin oro

Så miste rivarn sin bror av kamp
De flög sin väg till världens kant
Av ett glömt och fasligt trolldoms dåd
Det förkolnade sinnet kände ingen nåd

Nu faller skyars svarta mästare
Slagsfältets kall och likets kyla
An fulla av [bad word] och svekets hat
De gnaga utan ära på [bad word] mat

...till Tiders ände