Frozen Bones

  • Mud and blood, the soil mourns the kin
    felled by sword defending Fatherland.
    Wolves rip meat from frozen ribs to live;
    Talos shouts, your lives are yours to give. 
    Death is not the end for men. The wraiths
    haunt, alone, the fields of frozen bones. 

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