Eyrie - Vassafor

From atop the mountain peaks

The rivers twist and turn far below

As a sparkling string thru patchwork fields

Toiling vassals, imperceptible to view

Except to that of the Eagle

Eyeing the prey

I am (the) Blood Eagle

The Beast astray

Enigmatic hater of humans

Rending your worthless flesh in my talons

Your cooling blood pools around me

Under the light of the full moon

Paint the silver, red

Blood for the Dark Gods, Accept this gift

Feed the Void…

Who revels in the night?

Dead eyes gaze from the ruins

Drifting mists

Atop the Eyrie

Reaving til the final breath

Dance the violent dervish of madness

To fuel the twists and turns in the labyrinth of chaos

Evoke the revelations for Satan’s Glory!