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 ebon wings 
Where wise owls sing 
Underneath their stare 
Will I hollow my weapons 
At night before the fight 
Where darksome ravens dwell 
There in the ancient glade 
Where royal eagles soar 
There in the storming skies 
Where winged Faery 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