Once in the ancient times a decision has been made: Let there be a wolf and deer Hunter and its prey Let there also be a witness to this all: A lonely griever dressed in black And so the first raven was born
Circling high above, watching the turns Of that never-stopping wheel of fate Searching for fields of game When one is dying, another is 'bout to born Out in the frontier well that's the law The weak will always be outgunned...
The kingdom of claws and teeth An empire for the raven to keep Under strong, trusted wings Sacred knowledge is safe As long as the messenger flies
From coast to inland, from heart to soul Fathers before their sons, all for same goal Take this message to those who have lived here before Tell that their legacy is been once again passed on
From the highest treetop Raven rules and judges until the end of time Feel no sorrow, no guilt or shame The fallen ones Were born to die that way