The Tale Of The RavennnI saw my horde of trolls and wraithsnBent spears as far as the eye can seenA thousand bodies all dead and coldnMy forest army now lies in hibernationnnThen she sang a dark tune of hatenShe promised gifts, souls for foodnTo a somber spirit from the kingdom of twilightnA rune etched, one never before seennnLike a lightning bolt in the night with firey colornA force that swells in flesh and marrownA tongue of ill omen and black stainsnNow heard are screams of thousands in painnnTreetops and mountain peaks for leveragenBlack as thunderheads and forest bogsnFeathers sprouting where skin once wasnTil the end of time they proclaim their worriesnnSo did the shredder lost his brother in warnThey flew to the edge of the worldnBy a forgotten and sinister magicnThe charred spirit felt no remorsennNow falls the master of black skiesnThe call of the battle and the chill of the corpsenStill filled with the heat of battle and burning hatenThey feed without honor on the rotting remains of warnn...until the end of Timen