Alba s touto skladbou:
Deceiver of the Gods,
Racing ‘cross the artic lands
A mounted legion
Under my command
We’re brutal force
No men can withstand
Total havoc is at hand
See the black crows circle high
Waiting for brave men to die
They sense the coming of the tide
When opposition’s swept aside
The fateful message
Reached us months ago
That our home was under siege
And since that day
We’ve been heading north
Our kinsmen needed our relief
As we near our fortress walls
Black smoke is rising to the sky
Burnt black ruins
Of our father’s halls
And corpses greet our tired eyes
What madness led them to attack
Victory could not be won
They must’ve known
There was no turning back
And now they all are gone
No woman, child or man was spared
Their bodies lying where they fell
Suffering, anguish and despair
As they went through living hell
So now we’re on the ride again
And vengeance is
Our newfound path
We draw our strength
From grief and pain
These bastards shall know
Our endless wrath
See the black crows circle high
Waiting for brave men to die
This is the coming of the tide
When opposition’s swept aside
