Hooves thundering on the three feet snow. The icy dawn yet to begin. Bursting through the icy morning four times five black shadows ahorse. Steel glimmering in the awakening sun's light. And blood colours the white snow red.
Cries echoes through the dark deep woods.
Open wounds steam in the cold morning air. And the new day was greeted with a burden both raped and dead. Women and children brought far north into the land of no turning back. The burning village spread by the wind across the tundra. Cry old crow cry Long tall beautiful people fallen lifeless to the ground.