Raven's Dance - Khors

In the whirlwind of ashes

I can tell forbidden signs

And dull whisper of the dashers

Who struck bosom of the brine

Hollow wail is penetrating

Through the tatters of the haze

Brings a song that dedicated

To the glory and the praise

Being covered by a shroud

Frozen breath and icy touch

On the wings of flaming round

Till it finally comes to crunch

Wolves are wildly roaring

Till they’re out of breath

I see ravens soaring

In the dance of death