Across the fields red banners lead Towards the woods where still rivers meet Feet first they ride The peal, the pain, the cross, the shame Fade the wraiths of war No fatal wound slay searing stain One that soul once bore Feast the flesh of the beast Indulge these spoils with greed Inside the woods ten circles lay Sylvan shrine of old They dance, they pray the sun to flee away Feast no light behold The gift, the horn, the oath once sworn Opiation for palate They call, and heed the faceless horned Regale served in shade Bare the sin, the sun parched skin Slavish shields of god They gorge, the bare the flame within Indulge on pagan blood Disgrace, the scorn and soul reborn Heathen star burns strong Leave chains of flesh to house forlorn Gods halls where they belong Feast the flesh of the beast Indulge these spoils with greed