Slaves To The Pyre Lyrics

Brodequin Slaves To The Pyre

Passing under the divine bodies hanging under the sacred
grove that adjoins the temple
Uppsala putrefaction a sign of god's approval

Suffocating holy odour of the dead blessing the believers
until the seasons end god
Of the gallows observing from within asgard watching as
they make their way preparing
To send this slave into the spirit world to accompany her
master and celebrate with the
Glorious dead

Her last days spent feasting drinking and having sex with
her master's friends
Volunteering for a heathen death hail the gods who bring
up the winds making the flames
More intense decreasing the time for crossing over
lowered and restrained strangled with a
Rope overwhelmed and struggling to breathe a ritual
dagger plunged into the chest

Warm blood floods the lungs an unbroken gaze upon the
face quiet and peaceful as the body
Is consumed by flames.