Gathering, gathering of seven, on the hill Seven souls, looking through masks, close the circle
They appear, those who hate us Get closer and stare at us
They profane our tranquility Affected mind, in total insanity Now they arrive, our circle is broke We are weakened...
They are two hundred, we are seven So we stay here, and look 'em hate us Taken in trap, we are ravens Ravens who cannot flee
No one speak, no one move, but inside we burn When time comes, we stand up and confront the enemy
They are too much, we have to leave we are weakened
You! Unclean, beat us this time But later, it will betray you
Don't think we falled forever We will strike back without warning
Empty eyes, have mucks up our souls In the future we shall be stronger Later, another reality will appear under your eyes The cruel reality, our reality
Our horde have grown Our hate even more The gathering