The Blood Eagle

Vreid

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