Blood Eagle - Viking

Pouring forth like locusts upon the shores

Neither peasants nor king were duly warned

Verdicts without judgment, no criminals they

We leave them all but empty, 'cept their vertabrae

Objects of our hatred, amount to nothing more

No pity on their station, be they nobles or whores

Lands and homes are plundered well and felled with mindless rage

Then comes the unthinkable — we break into their cage

My torture performed — Their backs reformed

My torture performed — Leaving corpses deformed

I quickly cut away

The ribs from your spine

And ripping out your lungs

And prove the victory mine

Killing every citizen

Like an abattoir swine

Ah, the blood eagle

'Tis my notorious rite

Happened upon a troubadour, and spare him I did

To write of all my glory — Told him «nothing's forbid»

Immoral to immortalized, my legend will live

So I’ll never be forgotten, and I never forgive

My torture performed — Their backs reformed

My torture performed — Leaving corpses deformed

I quickly cut away

The ribs from your spine

And ripping out your lungs

And prove the victory mine

Killing every citizen

Like an abattoir swine

Ah, the blood eagle

'Tis my notorious rite

Blades sketch the wings before you die

Your skin is peeled away

Excavation of your brawn, I carve latissimi

With the ease of a fine filet

Your ribs are broken out — and leave a great divide

I watch your lungs inflate — with the final breath of life

My torture performed — Their backs reformed

My torture performed — Leaving corpses deformed

My torture performed — Their backs reformed

My torture performed — Leaving corpses deformed

I quickly cut away

The ribs from your spine

And ripping out your lungs

And prove the victory mine

Killing every citizen

Like an abattoir swine

Invader kills inferiors

Like a judgement hand divine

Warring every father’s son

The family’s soul consigned

Ah, the blood eagle

'Tis my notorious rite