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