The Grand Raven Feast Lyrics

The decisive dawn is approaching, we shall not fall to fear.
Frenzied brethren strike with me, to crush the skull of every enemy.
Berserker warrior breed we are, the stench of death upon we feed.
Our swords shalt go red tomorrow, on our steel every foe will bleed.

One hundred thousand men assembled on the battlefield,
sword and axe and spear pounding on every man's own shield.
One hundred thousand men assembled on the battlefield,
sword and axe and spear pounding on every man's own shield.

Crush your enemies ,
See them driven before you,
and hear the lamentation of their women.

Bite upon your shields and raise your weapons,
the soul of the bear is with us united,
the enemy trembles at our name...

One hundred thousand men assembled on the battlefield,
sword and axe and spear pounding on every man's own shield.
The corpses of our foes shalt grant the ravens a mighty feast.