The seal of wonder
The mark in blood
The one true symbol
Of everlasting fear
They will find it, they will fear it
The mighty mark
In bloody merciless madness
Totem
Thy mark, my mark
The winds will speak, when the storms die
Unbound to thy clan
Visions of solitude and hate
Gripping thine own mark
Like a child in dementia
Flame winds will carry thee
To the heart of mercy
To the geist that guides
The walk to madness
Totem
Inflicted as honour, the power of hate
To die for, when the war breaks