Black figure of war

In the din of the battle i could see
Raised swords sprinkling the wind on with blood
A figure in black arose from above
From a heaven in flames an eternal storm

Goddess of power
Darkness and night
I hail thee they are affraid of your eyes
A flying raven spreaded its wings
Of death and chaos

Sound of the swords clamouring for war
As the land is set on fire
Misfortuned be those who cross in our ways
Because they will know the rage of our gods

Rivers of fire were opened in the earth
Taking my enemies soul to rest in war
Blood reigned in the fields
And there´s only the smell of victory left

War!