Feast of the Fallen

Across the fields red banners lead
Honored fallen stride
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