The cruel winter

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Snowmen made out of men

The horses froze to the hilt

We plod and trod back west

Our frowns frozen through

The emperor clambered in defeat

His army scattered on the brink

Ravenous eastern wolves on our heels

The worst winter stay

We freeze like flowers

Never to bloom again

Our conscience bitten and nipped

My wits and brothers are around me

As the Russian blizzard rolls in


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