Billy Sellers ✯ The Last Viking

Ravens
The Southern shores of the Iceland.
The Raven clan lay rest.
The blackened eyes are approaching.
Ambush their final quest.
While we were sleeping
They brought out our king just to see him
The king made a plea that if they spare all our lives
He would lay down his life
And they gave their word to keep
They Lied.

Chorus

Ravens, We'll feed on bloodshed and stake the kings head
Ravens, we'll fight till the end no one standing
They will see and know today they all will die
And we'll feast with victory in the halls tonight.

Gather the wounded and see to them
Make ready the ships for war
Assemble all the weapon we can find here
We sail when the clans restored.
We're leaving the mother land, but we are grieving
The smell of bloods made us savage people
We'll burn your steeples and take all the gold we find.

Ending Chorus.