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A mark of the north, burned to the skin, scarred to the boneMen howling like the wolves, the beasts of the unlightIt's not salvation that draws near, but the burden of fleshThe strength beyond the borders, the nations tied to nothingA grave of the broken spirits, the hollow shelters of hopeThe white daughters of wolves, dancing in the embers of mankindAnd like a thousand words of eternal hungerOr a thousand pages written with the blood of the traitorsThe death devouring beast now howls among the menThe bones forever marked and the skin forever markedWith a blaze of the deepest north, dwelling insideInternal flame's raging, like the final pyres of mankind