Can't you see what you have wrought here? 
Bloody battles will be fought here 
May the mountains rise against you 
May the orests block your path 
May your axes chip and shatter 
And know it is my wrath 
I would mount your head on bloody spears 
Outside your palace gates 
And watch as crows peck out your eyes 
And your cities are laid to waste 
Can't you see what you have wrought here? 
A curse on you and all your kin 
Bloody battles will be fought here 
Await your doom at empire's end 
May the rivers rush to drown you 
May the earth swallow your hosts 
May the winter's wolves surround you 
And rip the live from your throat