Krvestřeb

Fresh red blood Of sheep and of raven Is mixing together In only one pool There was not and is not Any difference Between the victim And the false hunter Be it effective warning To all other Unoriginal copies Death to the false ones! The will of migh

The croaky sound Of the mendacious song Has been heard By ear of Krvestreb Unpardonable audacity Clamours for cruel revenge Necessity of more blood Woe is raven flock It is need To set a frightening example To demonstrate supreme power To poor rabble

Disgusting scenery Of limbs of sheep all around Is already veiled In freezing darkness of night Funeral feast Gathering of ravens Around the silent landscape A song of conceited ravens sounds Our prey, our dinner Full beaks, no hunger We, ravens are