A Song of Black Ravens - Maniac Butcher

Disgusting scenery

Of limbs of sheep all around

Is already veiled

In freezing darkness of night

Funeral feast

Gathering of ravens

Around the silent landscape

A song of conceited ravens sounds

Our prey, our dinner

Full beaks, no hunger

We, ravens are mighty hunters

Sheeps, dread us, only us !!

Plentiful prey, rich dinners

We do not know what hunger is

We, ravens are mighty flock

We do not know what fear is !!