Ravens Sing My War Song

Sweet mosque, cool breeze, frost settlin' on fallen leaves. Ancient whispers over

hollow ground, every heartbeat matches that pounding sound. Raven circle drawing tide,

black wings cutting through the dying light. Teeth of winter on my tongue,

I taste the battle still to come. Ravens call from far above,

they sing the song of war I love. Iron in my shaking hands,

Odin guides me through the storming land. If I fall I rise again,

marked in blood I speak the old names. Ravens call from far above,

they sing the song of war I love. Fire on shields,