Cycle of Life and Death

Two heads upon a scarlet breast. Runetikomen never rests. One beak sings birth,

one beak sings end. The wheel keeps turning round again.

Where warriors fall and lovers fade. His crimson petals softly spread. A carpet woven

from the grave. Red flowers bloom where blood was paid. He watches fierce

with burning eyes. He hates the thief who dares deny. The turning tide,

the sacred law. No soul may linger past this hour. Rise and rot,

breathe and bleed. Life to death, death to seed. Runetikomen circles high. Two voices crying

through the sky. Let the cycle burn and spin. Let every ending begin again.