Stand and listen to the ravens cry It tells a tale of a time gone by Of a battle fought on the misty shore Of men whose names we remember no more The sky turned dark, their hope to despair Their breath into mist, like ghosts in the air Snow was falling, their hearts full of dread Snow that covered the living and the dead Night fell fast, but the beacon burned bright Over silence and sea, for the men, and their fight Light through darkness, like a star it shone A whisper like the wind, we're coming home They raised their swords to the ravens cry Through a starlit night they saw him fly As they won their wars under bright winter skies Victorious songs mixed with ravens cry