Over the crown of whiteness Eternal, cloudy eclipse, frequent separation from the sight Grey seashore, handsome cold landscape Misantrophic spirits at forgotten places Snowcovered mountain ranges, frostbitten streams Deeper into scenery, aesthetical of frozen winds Unchanging structures from ancient mights Black high seas, high surges, to mirror the same blackness The kings of the ravens on their way, wisdom is kept from their tribe Panels, snowcovered lakes, where the settlers of a dark nature seem to be forgotten The ravens eye sparkles, on its wings it plunges down Its thoroughbred phylum, the chosen one Who sees and has the might to relate Forest, the flute of the wind, it sounds loudly Through endless valleys of frost And joins the wolves howling Like screams of haunted souls Under endless glossy northern lights Absorbing all, sharp-writted it is, the perspicacity helps to sense the truth Upwards, swinging the wings Through clear, frozen clouds The wisdom will be nourished From senses of its squad Oath of allegiance has been spoken So faithfulness for the throne The ravens eye sparkles, on its wings it plunges down Its thoroughbred phylum, the chosen one Who sees and has the might to relate Stated. Made out eternally