Bretwaldas of Heathen Doom - Raising The Wind

Raising the wind
Calling the crows
Picking the flesh...
From my bones

Stirring the broth
Drinking the juice
Feeling the chill
The ride into hel

Up in the tree
Tying the noose
Dripping with sweat
Bleeding from wounds

Fighting the dead
Hail the dead
Raising the dead