Born out of worlds of fire and ice
The nature 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 strenght
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

Bound 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 expire

Salt sprinkled wounds
Flavours the blot
To the kings of ice and fire