For the Crows - Valhall

Leave the corpses for the crows

Open up the tombs and let the reeking bodies walk

Dress them up in suits and cover up the smell of corpse

Fear and hate will form a pyre

Feed the flames with countless lies

From the ash a forest grows

Leave the victims for the crows

Am I here or is it you?

Am I here or is it you?

Waste the light of seven moons

Leave the corpses for the crows

Open up the crypts and let the reeking bodies out

Dress them up in suits and cover up the smell of rot

Greed and fear will form a pyre

Fields and towns consumed by fire

Those who were friends are now foes

Leave the corpses for the crows

Am I here or is it you?

Am I here or is it you?

Waste the light of seven moons

Leave the corpses for the crows