.Blood on the snow,
Glass-like shine of crimson crystal.
Wind howling low.
Throats torn wide that sing no more.
Eyes black with frost.
All our precious, painful litter,
Slain by hands grub-green and bitter.
This is war.
Learn hatredâs song,
Teach the way of sword and .
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