October Falls - IV


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

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