Fire and Snow

Abandoned warriors without their lord

Sticking swords in their bodies

Blood mixed with snow

Shining the last stars' glance

Drifted up into the sky

Our finest thoughts and ideas

Shrouded in snow

Exiting one by one

When cold winds and freezing snowstorm

Dancing in the wild rage

Evaporating the last hope

Laughing mixing with lamentation

Swords rammed in the ground

Frozen with the long sleep

Monuments of the ancient glory

Enveloped in thousands of years old mists

It is too cold to utter the words

Which could soothe the pain and give hope

Whisper at least a course

The one who will come to kiss your lips

The fire that never died down

The fire that still burns

Far away beind the misty horizon

No one has power to go and bring it home...