A mark of the north, burned to the skin, scarred to the bone

Men howling like the wolves, the beasts of the unlight

It’s not salvation that draws near, but the burden of flesh

The strength beyond the borders, the nations tied to nothing

A grave of the broken spirits, the hollow shelters of hope

The white daughters of wolves, dancing in the embers of mankind

And like a thousand words of eternal hunger

Or a thousand pages written with the blood of the traitors

The death devouring beast now howls among the men

The bones forever marked and the skin forever marked

With a blaze of the deepest north, dwelling inside

Internal flame’s raging, like the final pyres of mankind