Blood Eagle

Wicked men do bad things;
Evil men do worse.
The raven always sweetly sings,
But the blood eagle brings a curse.

Relate your plan to a vacant wife,
And there leave her to mull;
Only you to blame for your loss of life,
For taking advice from a skull.

We heard of your betrayal,
Of Ragnar and the King;
But no whisper is heard as you pale,
And your lungs become hunched wings.

So soar to Valhalla blood eagle,
And with the Valkyries fly.
Once you had dreams of being regal;
Now we watch you die.