| Song | IV |
| Artist | October Falls |
| Album | Sarastus |
| 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 |
| 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 |