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
darkness, the luminous shadows Towards the womb of primordial nature The ardent souls roaming, towards the core Casting the shadows, the deep abyss rising The nature
end of the nation, the cultural genocide Where the path leads beyond the redemption, through the bones to the dust The thirst of the nature?s darkest womb
vast gloom of eternity, pyres of thousands rising A crimson sunset, turned to raging, harvesting darkness Ascent ? The wolves of tomorrow Reborn ? The wombs of primordial nature