Crossing the channel of fire The wings of the dragon shall carry me high The sky so dark and cold Known only to the spirits that grew old We rush towards th ravenclaws They silently await to crush us all We await the coming Cursed as hellbound lizards we all shall crawl Not the blessed Nor the gifted We choose the true evil Not the feeble We lords of dogs We lords of the hammer We lords of swords We call upon thee Souls of the infernal Ghosts of the wicked Spirits of all that is evil Dance to the masters organ We call upon you Incarnated souls of disaster Spread the fire all high and loww The ravenclaws have waited to long