Foretelling The Raven Age

Foretelling the Raven Age

Rids my heart of the rage

Cleanse the lands of Christian ways

Born again the Heathen days

For countless moons they pound below

Hammer of Gods ascend then fall

Bringing storm, frost, ice and snow

A sign for us to prepare for war

And then the sun will cease to shine

Blackness perpetual, ignites the sky

All man-made religion dies

Upon the hill the Raven Cries

After the war the north winds blow

The blankets of ice begins to thaw

Those that survived now all know

What is a God, the one true force