Once in the ancient times a decision has been made. Let there be a wolf and deer. Hunter and it's prey. Let there also be witness to this all. Lonely greafer dressed in black. and so the first raven was born. Circeling high above, watching the turns of that never stopping wheel of fate. searching for fields of game. When one is dying , anothers about the born. Out in the wilderness well that's the law. The weak will always be outgunned by strong.

Chorus: From coast to inland, from heart to soul. Fathers before their sons, all for same goal.

Out in the frontier there lies a lake. Cold, silent and so still. It's the empire of those who reape and kill. Kingdom for raven to keep. From the highest treetop he rules, judges and slayes. Fell no regret, feel no shame. The ones you'll kill were born to die that way.

Chorus: From coast to inland, from heart to soul. Fathers before their sons, all for same goal. Take this meassage to those who have lived here before. Tell that their legacys been once again passed on.

Feel no sorrow, guilt or shame. Feel no remorse at all. The ones who'll be killed were born to die that way.