Blood Eagle -

Torches burning bright in the northern night

Villagers gathered round to see this death be crowned

With ax and knife in hand pagan ready stand

Unveil the Christian’s eyes tonight he slowly dies

Cutting up the back cheering from the eager pack

Breaking all the bones sounding like a bag of stones

The back is open wide the victim’s wife she cried

Ribs are pulled from spine the king is watching and drinking wine

Blood Eagle

Blood Eagle

Torches burning bright in the northern night

Lay the bones in strings in shape of eagle wings

The Christian’s silent moan on his knees he’s thrown

Lungs separated from flesh on the altar gory mesh

They are placed on open back soul in him begins to crack

Blood now soaks the ground and Northmen’s drums agressive pound

The axe-man raises his sword a roar for blood among the horde

The victim’s final breath in this heathen ritual Death

Blood Eagle

Blood Eagle