Can't you see what you have wrought here?
Bloody battles will be fought here


May the mountains rise against you
May the orests block your path
May your axes chip and shatter

And know it is my wrath
I would mount your head on bloody spears
Outside your palace gates

And watch as crows peck out your eyes
And your cities are laid to waste


Can't you see what you have wrought here?
A curse on you and all your kin
Bloody battles will be fought here

Await your doom at empire's end
May the rivers rush to drown you
May the earth swallow your hosts

May the winter's wolves surround you
And rip the live from your throat