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