With a sharpened knife cut strips down the side of the spine.
Grab the top and pull with a rip, a pain so divine.
Continue with gradations until you have a raw swathe,
Filleting your flesh across your entire back.
Evanescent and ethereal the pain fades away as you struggle against your bonds,
Hands grip your shoulders, pressure aches your back, was it worth it for that which you've done?
Naked and alone, stripped of dignity.
Eyes meet your slayers, pocked with malignity.
But the torment has none ceased to be.
Blood Eagle, fruit of a poisoned tree.
With an ax like a surgeon, he buries it behind your shoulder blade.
Forcing erect to stand tall like a mighty palisade.
And Then He forces you down onto bended knee.
Any Thought Of Escape is nothing more then a fantasy.
Once More The blade, meets the meat upon your chest.
Cut-Ing with the Ferver of one who Detests.
Both hands plunge into the wound, grasping for your innards.
Cutting aside flesh, like a butcher, he hands wrest the prize.
Pulling heavily with one hand, your lungs are brutilized.
Blood Eagle.
Flying away on Sanguinary wings.
Blood Eagle.
Descending to Hel like a proud Viking
credits
from Demo,
released January 1, 2018
Music/Lyrics written and performed by Symphony ov Dissonance
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