Carving the Blood Eagle
Strapped down
Your face in the dirt
The horror
As we prepare our bloody work
No time to repent
Your life's in our hands
Torture, and you know it in your heart
When we're done you'll be a work of art
Quench the flame, your life
You'll die tonight
Tools of pain prepared
The hook and knife
Sinks into your flesh
Foreboding death
Carving your skin
Flesh and bone will never heal
From within
The blood eagle spreads its wings
Horrendous
And sickening to behold
The punishment
That we've got in store
Shrieks of pain
As we carve in your hide
The horrible crack
As we tear the ribs from your spine
Quench the flame, your life
You'll die tonight
Tools of pain prepared
Carving your skin
Flesh and bone will never heal
From within
The blood eagle spreads its wings
It's spreading its wings
Quench the flame
You'll die tonight
Tools of pain
Sinks into your flesh
Carving your skin
Flesh and bone will never heal
From within
The blood eagle spreads its wings
It's spreading its wings
There is no use to fight it
Once you've come this far
Slowly dying in torment
As your ribs are spread apart
Exposing your inside
With the carving knife
Drowning in your own blood
When your lungs are torn out
Carving the blood eagle...
Your face in the dirt
The horror
As we prepare our bloody work
No time to repent
Your life's in our hands
Torture, and you know it in your heart
When we're done you'll be a work of art
Quench the flame, your life
You'll die tonight
Tools of pain prepared
The hook and knife
Sinks into your flesh
Foreboding death
Carving your skin
Flesh and bone will never heal
From within
The blood eagle spreads its wings
Horrendous
And sickening to behold
The punishment
That we've got in store
Shrieks of pain
As we carve in your hide
The horrible crack
As we tear the ribs from your spine
Quench the flame, your life
You'll die tonight
Tools of pain prepared
Carving your skin
Flesh and bone will never heal
From within
The blood eagle spreads its wings
It's spreading its wings
Quench the flame
You'll die tonight
Tools of pain
Sinks into your flesh
Carving your skin
Flesh and bone will never heal
From within
The blood eagle spreads its wings
It's spreading its wings
There is no use to fight it
Once you've come this far
Slowly dying in torment
As your ribs are spread apart
Exposing your inside
With the carving knife
Drowning in your own blood
When your lungs are torn out
Carving the blood eagle...
Credits
Writer(s): Eriksson Viktor Erik, Nilsson David Bror Ola
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