(lyrics by Nocturno Culto) Brothers of north, brothers of doom Ravens has spoke. The attack must begin The shadows of our warrior souls will float with infernal speed Souls of christ, prepare for fight We'll crush your halls with bonecrushing might supreme Your feeble cries will not be heard Since your god lies dead and buried In the ruins of the pearly gates Brothers of north, brothers of doom Endlessnights of total war Coming closer Gather, Hell is calling...gather