Crossing the channel of fire The wings of the dragon shall carry my high The sky so dark and cold Known only to the spirits that grew old We rush towards the ravenclaws That silently await to crush us all We await the coming Cursed as hellhouse lizards we all shall crawl
Not the blessed Nor the gifted We choose the true evil Not the feeble
We lords of dogs We lords of the hamlets We lords of swords We call upon thee Souls of the infernal Ghosts of the wicked Spirits of all that is still Dance to the masters organ
We call upon you Incarnated souls of disaster Spread the fire all high and low The ravenclaws has waited too longTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
