The womb of primordial nature

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...

There’s an absent of light, a hunger towards eternity And a chained, primordial nature unleashed From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope...

The wisdom of the old, a fathomless void Prevailing the dogmas, hidden in the flames of alteration These beasts among the men, the wolves of the doom Caressing the prey, embracing the certain end The...

The wounds are carved to the bones, the borders have faded The yesterdays are hailed with open arms Once lost, but now arisen is the strength of the old And the firm beast within, the ruins lie ahead...