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The frost remembers…

It hums beneath the bones of a dying earth,

where shadows stretch long and silent.

Ash like snow, and snow like ashes,

the taste of sulfer and iron fills the morning air

The ground trembles under the weight of war

Voices whisper from behind the fog,

cry through the ruins, Woven in smoke

When in November…

The earth trembles…

Following the rhythm of damnation

Gunshots clicking in the wind

Burning flesh and the screaming dead

Through the wasteland wanders a nameless will,

hungry for prayer, hungry for guilt

The sky hangs open like a tomb,

bloodless, veiled in grey petitions.

Breath freezes

and even the shadows shiver

Wind drags screams through shattered halls

Angels rot beneath snow-filled trenches

Time fractures, Even light forgets his name

I walk among the broken shadows

the echo of the day

steel blooms like black flowers in the dusk,

echoes of fire claw through the frost.

Eyes dead, hollow and cold

Dreaming of hot tea and cookies at home

the remnants of a world that forgot mercy

The war devours everything in its path,

Swallows the past and burns down the future,

If there´s a will, blood will be spilled

When in November

If there´s a command, blood will be spilled

There is no after.

Only breath that freezes, and eyes that refuse to see.

The world convulses in frost and flame,

a nameless god rising from the plains

Ash and snow, blood and iron,

woven into one eternal, frozen prayer.

I stand amid the collapse,

and watch as the silence devours its children.

I stand amid the collapse,

and watch the world go down in flames

Wind drags screams through shattered halls

Angels rot beneath snow-filled trenches

Time fractures, Even light forgets his name

I walk among the broken shadows

the echo of the day