Far above the ravengate

The spreaded wings of Blashyrkh waits

Above the roaring depths

Sits the oath of frost

On the elder raventhrone

Older mountains sleeping in my sight

By chilling woods I stand

A grimly sound of naked winds

Is all that shall ever be heard from here

Cometh the rightful kings of highest halls

Cry of tavens lurk the realm

Eternally through the noctambulant grimness

Demons stride at the gates of Blashyrkh...

Blashyrkh... mighty ravendark...