Ohhh... Ohhh... Through storm and flame... The ravens whisper an ancient name... CYNRAVN! Far beyond the mountains, where the cold winds cry, A child was born beneath the northern sky. Raised among the warriors, where the old gods reign, With fire in his heart and thunder in his veins. He left his home behind him, with a sword upon his side, Through endless lands and kingdoms, where the fallen heroes lie. Through years of war and darkness, through blood and bitter rain, He carved his name in legends, through glory and through pain! RAISE THE HORNS! LET THE RAVENS FLY! HEAR THE THUNDER SHAKE THE SKY! THROUGH BLOOD AND FIRE, THROUGH STORM AND PAIN, THE NAME OF CYNRAVN SHALL REMAIN! FROM ASHES WE RISE, THROUGH DARKNESS WE ROAM, UNTIL THE LOST SHALL FIND THEIR HOME! LET THE NORTHERN HEAVENS CLAIM HIS NAME, FOREVER SHALL STAND THE HALLS OF RAVNHEIM! He fought against the tyrants, he stood against the crown, Through countless bloody battles, he brought the wicked down. But greater than his victories, beyond the sword and flame, He sheltered those forgotten, and gave the lost a name. The skalds began to sing of the warrior brave and true, Who fought to free the helpless, and gave them hope anew. Through every hall and kingdom, his legend spread afar, The guardian of the fallen, beneath the northern star! Through endless years of wandering, Beyond the raging sea, He found a land of promise, Where his people could be free. He raised the halls from timber, Built a kingdom without chains. And beneath the wings of ravens, He gave his homeland a name... RAVNHEIM! RAISE THE HORNS! LET THE RAVENS FLY! LET OUR BATTLE CRIES REACH THE SKY! THROUGH BLOOD AND FIRE, THROUGH STORM AND PAIN, THE NAME OF CYNRAVN SHALL REMAIN! WE BUILT OUR HOME WHERE THE RAVENS FLY, BENEATH THE STARS OF THE NORTHERN SKY! LET THE AGES TURN, LET THE KINGDOMS FALL, THE SPIRIT OF RAVNHEIM SHALL OUTLIVE THEM ALL! RAVNHEIM! RAVNHEIM! OUR BLOOD! OUR HOME! OUR NAME! CYNRAVN! CYNRAVN! ETERNAL IS HIS NAME! And legends... never die.
