into the sky, into the blood drenched skies
his soul flew away to rally the death-hordes up in heaven
and wherever his soul may go his words shall bring blood and honor
hunt down the unworthy and the traitors soon it will come the year of the crow
who will save you now, from the sins of your fathers, while the death-hordes prepare
for the final battle
hail
to the battlesky
hail
the year of the crow
and while cold winds of death penetrate the enemies hordesglorious are they
who ride these winds
for they truely are the rulers of the battlefields
demonic crow will be unleashed and will spread her wings like a plague
it's the blood sent
from the heavens and you still make the sign of the cross, you devils
hunt down the unworthy and the traitors
soon it will come
the year of the crow
for they truely are the rulers of the battlefields
or did they really expect to reap love, while the seed is torture
and pain
hail, to the battleskies; hail, mankind condemned to die in the year of the crow