In my frozen spirit Is a chaos quenched in cold Still smouldering in the ashes of my soul On the hunt relive it For the cub must learn his role To clench all the reckless rage into control Steel and rags are covering the shame
In the arms of the father Marks of a history Old tales on the water Cold affinity In the arms of the father Scars of a past concealed In the cracks in the armour Brands of regret beneath the steel