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 fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
