The Eagle Flies high, searching for its prey,
It catches a gleaming, flashing ray,
The Flash of Light in the mid of day,
And the predator begins to play.
Afore the storm comes calm the lull,
Afore the meeting with the Crimson Skull,
And then you feel the deadly pull,
toward the meeting with the Crimson Skull.
The God of the Heavens, King of the Birds,
Pulls its wings in with no more than a word,
At lightning speeds, or so I heard,
So comes the deadly King of Birds...
Afore the storm comes calm the lull,
Afore the meeting with the Crimson Skull,
And then comes death in a deadly pull,
this is revenge of the Crimson Skull.
Down from the height it comes streaking,
Unsuspecting prey, soon to be reeking
Of dead flesh, no more to be speaking,
When predator meets prey, blood will be leaking.
Afore the storm, calm comes the lull,
Afore the meeting with the Crimson Skull,
And death comes in a deadly pull,
With the meeting of the Crimson Skull.
Down from the heights it comes streaking,
The prey is warned, and it is seeking,
With carnage around, the flesh still stinking,
The bones will soon be motionless, bleaching.
He trys to hide from the charging bull,
Do not hide from the Crimson Skull,
The seeker will find you, and then with the pull,
You meet death, the Crimson Skull!