The Blood Eagle

Born out of worlds of fire and ice

The nature of spirits embrace our lives

From the underworld to above

We worship the fertile soil

Carved in the back

Blood strained wings are dressed

An image of grotesque

The blood eagle of human flesh

Rituals for the gods

We offer our respect

The blood symbols our strength

Our pray is yours to collect

Carved in the back

Blood strained wings are dressed

An image of grotesque

The blood eagle of human flesh

Blood over a stone

The sword penetrates the flesh

Ribs are cut by the spine

Lungs pulled out of the chest

As the eagle takes it's shape

The human life expires

Salt sprinkled wounds

Flavours the blot

To the kings of ice and fire