Our footsteps in the snow the blood that marks my hands. Dream of tales that I know as we’re marching to the promised land. From ruins of decayed earth we came with the rising storm. Monuments of remaining hate in our dark and frozen hearts. Nine elements of light six have felt our swords. Three get ready for the fight in battle no place for words. The darkness will shine forever the winter never ends. Controlling elements of black the rotting stench is good. Bury the past. Await the new day. The world we lived