Bird of Prey - Darkestrah

The spirits of sickness and death

Are tearing apart my flesh

The fiends of the underworld

Are scattering my bones

Those who reside in the black marquees

Are piercing my brain with an iron spear

The ones with venomous tongues

Are spilling my blood over barren earth

Then the bird with iron feathers gathers my bones

And sews my flesh together with her iron claws

The Bird-of-Prey-Mother feeds me with my new blood

And rocks my new soul in the iron cradle

And when my time will come

And when my light will dusk

The Mother will come to me

And spread her iron wings

To carry my soul far beyond

To the lands of great shamans

To carry my spirit far away

To the lands of the glorious dead