At dusk a stillness falls
Defeated warriors seized from life
Shielding the landscape, thy lie
As legions have before them
The crow spirals down
From its tower of dominion
Its eternal quest is the blood of the slain
It sees battles, victories and visions fortold
Its eyes hold the secrets of eternity
Devouring warriors
Seeking spilles blood
The triple figure of war shall arise
A shape of black shadows
And wind blown leaves
It shall sweep its endless domain
Snowflakes soar on the northern wind
Figures transform to crystal and ice
The voice of the future
