Текст песни 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 Lounges 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