The carrion crow flies above the battlefield Shrieking overhead she views the wrath below Severed heads her prize gifts from those who fought and died Raise your swords to the Morrigan for she has come to claim our souls
Battle in flames across the highlands of which blood is stained Our people fight with sword and shield against all those who bare their seal Tell my love I will fade away into the land of the dead And our phantom queen shall feed upon all of our fallen heads
As I fall upon the field I shall die with honour My kin shall avenge my death and suffering Pagan blood spilled for the last time upon the soil Our mighty empire arise! the day is ours
The carrion crows flies above the battlefield Raise your swords to the Morrigan for she has come to claim our souls
And I will not perish into the burning flames of war I will fight till the death along side my brothers in arms The enemy shall see the godly strength that burns inside of me Heads loped from their shoulders I spit on the faith that they believe
I have risen from my grave in bloodlust I shall avenge Your world be damned the sword is just and in such strength burns in hand
For honour and empire I shed my blood for thee We slay the weak and claim all that the eye can see
My blade has forged the rule of kings It has shaped the course of time
For honour and empire I shall give my blood to thee Army made of my blade, blood is now my chosen decree
Upon the battlefield I shall avenge the years of torment I fight with the fury of endless years of oppression I saver victory with Christian heads upon our pikes Burn us no longer now you feel the fire you once ignite Raise your swords in victory now our day has come at last The pagan age shall live forever more in our conquest The blood oath we have taken binds us as one empire Our swords are drawn to ensure that our great age shall last
A mystic fire has returned upon our shores the flame shall burn forevermore The pandaemonaeon shall save the world from its self and will bring a new age that shall cleanse