One darksome raven riding the Northern wind

One black crown to wake the Aesir

And underneath the waning winter moon

The wind swept cedar forest stirs

Where darksome ravens dwell

There in the ancient glade

Where royal eagles soar

There in the storming skies

Will I set my shrine

And hail the Gods on high!

Where fearsome ravens dwell

Underneath their ebony wings

Where wise owls sing

Underneath their stare

Will I hallow my weapons

At night before the fight!

Where darksome ravens dwell

There in the ancient glade

Where winged Fairy sweep

There by the enchanted creek

Will I in solitude pace

Before battle I embrace!

In raven haunted forests I reign

Where all is quiet, all is tranquil

I am the crowned, lonely king