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...