Cryptic Wintermoon - Grave Without A Name

As crimson colours the sky – where ravens fly
Staring to the sky above – the incoming darkness
And lonely we die

No one who prays for us – no one who cries
We die – to the place where our dead brothers lie

And now the cold grips my heart
I can see them coming
A heart of ice – and the eyes like winter

Not afraid of the coming night – remember where darkness there is a light
A burning flame forever to remain
Just another grave in the cold without a name

Now darkness fills the sky – see the Valkyries fly
A last look to the sky above – we are warriors born to die