Raven’s Dance — KHORS

In the whirlwind of ashes I can tell forbidden signs And dull whisper of the dashers, Who struck bosom of the brine

Hollow wail is penetrating Through the tatters of the haze Brings a song that dedicated To the glory and the praise

Being covered by a shroud Frozen breath and icy touch On the wings of flaming round Till it finally comes to crunch

Wolves are wildly roaring Till they're out of breath, I see ravens soaring In the dance of death