IV-OCTOBER FALLS

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