Blood Red Eagle - The End of the Ages

Today is the first day of the end of your life, So speak up or die
With your nationa deeo inside, you heart of pride
Free speech only welcomed silence, enforced by threats of system violence
They wish and will we'd die... Can we see victory in our time

A tear drops for you, I pay respect
to what they put you through
Upon your grave I lay a wreath that reads:
Is this the end of of the ages?
Will this ened creation?
One more ground lost, can't you see?
They nailed you down,
you were never free.
Will tis end creation

Failure in our final hour, how did our dreams become so soir?
They say they speak the truth
but we're jumping through burning hoops
We watched tat show again..
The voice of death denies our natural pain

A tear drops for you, I pay respect
to what they put you through
Upon your grave I lay a wreath that reads:
A funeral for a friend,
for you no greener lands
A funeral for a friend,
I didn't want to live
to see the end.

Blood Red Eagle - Dead Inside

I see grey, is this the end?
Do I return alone
as the glory ends?
I see grey and a loss of life as
the emptiness consumes our fire.
In retrospect they were right,
you're all headed
for the endless night
Because in the end
there's no turning back.
You can't look to yourself
when the mirror's cracked.

When the storm comes
crashing down, will you hide
You're dead inside
When the thunders roars
through your town screaming at their lines.
Behind your eyes no fire shines, so sad and blind you're dead inside.
Your lifes a life, your soul has died,
I don't have to tell you
you're dead inside

When your children ask you who you are,
what is it you'll say?
When all the wonder that was life escaped you to the grave.
We're drowning here,
can't you see?
We were the same, you and me.
But I can't stand to watch you as you forget to see.

I see grey when I look at the blue screen,
so devold and so damn bleak.
I see grey when I look
at the papers, teh meaningless
that makes you weak.
In modern times such is life,
when personal gain outwighs
the will to survive,
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Because deep down inside
you know its true

You're dead inside

Blood Red Eagle - The Goddess Eternal

The goddess of power
led by desire.
Vanir magic calls
like an angel choir.
Unto the sons of the field of folk,
And the animal lst
that she invokes

We follow in the footsteps
of our formar gods,
We follow in the footsteps
of our fallen gods,
We will revive
what we have lost

The goddess of war and fertility
a true prophet to the path
of ecstasy.
Blessed the eternal
I commit to mind,
Blessed is the beauty
of my woman kind. Freya.

A golden teaer foe a lover lost,
but freedom gets
what freedom wants.
Draped in cloak of raven's breast,
The holy blood we shall defend

Blood Red Eagle - Rhine, The Saga of Hermann

We follow the trail of the river Rhine,
south to the legend we forge
The air was stale,
as cold as ice, our enemies
pushed up to the north
We will meet with the legions
of Rome on this day and we'll fight
for our pagan land-home
The sun rose hight for our teuton
-race upon this glorious morn.

So never let fear be shown,
our numbers were no match alone.
Let the blood rain down from the sky and we'll fight until we have died
Let the Valkyries weep for the chosen and the sacrifice they chose to make
In valour we claim our victory,
on the Rhine we claimed our stake.

We greet Rome against impossible odds,
our numbers were no match alone.
A mighty crack of our teuton rage,
we watch as the blood being to flow.
The deeds of Hermann and victory
All odds we broke with bare hands.
We swung the bodies from the trees on the Rhine,
As warning to aggressors:
Ger out of our land

Blood Red Eagle - Ravens of Memory & Thought

Tell their tales in the night,
beware of the raven's flight
The ravens will see for their master
From the start until the end,
the All-father can depend
The ravens will come here and after

Tales that the ravens sing,
a knowledge only for the king
The ravens of memory
& thought Whisper the world
into his ear, secrets
only he will near
The ravens of memory & thought

Above the land soaring high,
Midgard wont escape the eye
The ravens above watch upon us
Defend against our enemie,
Odin's fist shall set us free
The ravens have told of those among us
High above the world,
protectors of the heard
The answer to the call,
the faith will never fall

Blood Red Eagle - Might is Right

Far too long spent dormant,
in silence and in pain,
Playing slaves and masters
of the wrong end of the chain
Immortal pride awakening,
be proud be bold
Don't deny your history
Don't swallow what you're told

Might is Right
You know it's right

The Teutonic hand of strength,
the means to forge the will
in trumph overseeing
a people that stood still
But in the rebirth of our glory,
taking dreams within your mind,
Realize your ethnic being,
don't tolerate a lie

Blood Red Eagle - When the Thunder Returns

Thunder and lighting,
the hammer cracks once more
The skies of black re-open,
re-awoken to their call
Mjolnir seeking justice,
hammer fall from the sky

When the thunder returns,
when the thunder returns

And in the darkness I see light
as Midgard cleanses itself free
And in the fire of purification,
our people will finally be

The skaldic texts have warned you,
the message oh-so-clear
The darkness falls upon us,
the final war draws near.
Nine winters in succession,
Hysterical claims all shown
The ocean drawn wide open,
soon baldur will be home

You can't contain this progress
this war will claim us all
but in the fires of purification
Neo-genesis, new dawn
With love I fare thee well
If you cannot be washed clean
As thunder returns justice
and nature's only dream

Blood Red Eagle - Asatru Skinhead

Indoctrinated no more, life returned to your eyes
Laying the foundations for glory realized
With blood as your nation, the skinhead will revive
The odds stacked against you but you must survive

Allegiance to the gods,
Asatru Skinhead
For the heathen cause,
Asatru Skinhead

You're taking your first steps
in the right direction
there'll be no return
to the Zionist deceptions
You will not be subverted,
you're a beacong of the truth
The archetype of your people,
the gods are within you,
Jarl's kin.

The hammer binds your folk,
A reminder on your chest
A pact of loyal brethren
thaty you will not forget
You made your allegiances,
you swore to your kin
You heard the voice of blood
screaming from within