Under Korpens Vinger
Hver en tare er frosset
Var sjel er lenket
Vart hat er blodig
All glede er svunnet
All latter er forsvunnet
Alt liv skal ende I dod
I et kalt og ode landskap
Skal den sorte horde tre frem
Var herre skal stige
Opp for all tid, reise sitt rike igjen
Var kamp skal belonnes
Vare nav skal prises
Vare sinn skal dra den grene
Og hans kjære ærlighet skal evig ga tapt
All moral skal forkastes
Du vil men du dor av skam
Na er tiden kommet
Ja knus de godes ord
La oss for alltid bli herskere pa denne jord
Under the Raven's Wings
Every tear is frozen
Our soul is chained
Our hatred is bloody
All joy has vanished
All laughter has disappeared
All life shall end in death
In a cold and desolate landscape
Shall the black horde emerge
Our lord shall rise
Forever, reclaiming his kingdom
Our battle shall be rewarded
Our name shall be praised
Our minds shall follow the path
And his dear honesty shall forever be lost
All morals shall be rejected
You will but you die of shame
Now the time has come
Yes, crush the words of the good
Let us forever be rulers of this earth