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Blood Eagle
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Blood Eagle foi lançado em 4 de março de 2015 por Viking como parte do álbum No Child Left Behind
4 de março de 2015
EditoraViking
IdiomaEnglish
BPM102
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Letra

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
Written by: Ron Alan Daniel
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