Torches burning bright In the northern night Villagers gathered round To see this death be crowned With axe and knife in hand Pagan ready stand Unveil the Christian's eyes Tonight he slowly dies Cutting up the back Cheering from the eager pack Breaking all the bones Sounding like a bag of stones The back is open wide The victim's wife, she cried Ribs are pulled from spine The king is watching, drinking wine Blood Eagle Blood Eagle Blood Eagle Blood Eagle Torches burning bright In the northern night Lay the bones in strings In shape of eagle wings The Christian's silent moan On his knees he's thrown Lungs separated from flesh On the altar gory mesh They are placed on open back Soul in him begins to crack Blood now soaks the ground And Northmen's drums aggressive pound The axe-man raises his sword A roar for blood among the horde The victim's final breath In this heathen ritual Death Blood Eagle Blood Eagle Blood Eagle Blood Eagle Blood Eagle Blood Eagle Blood Eagle ♪ Blood Eagle