He sat in a room
in a square of the color of blood.
He’d rule the whole world
if there was a way that he could.
He’d sit and he’d stare
at the minreds on top of the towers.
For he was a beast
as he hatched his new plans to gain power.
✠chorus✠
And the snow fell
covering the dreams and ideals.
And the snow fell
freezing the blood and the wheels.
And the snow fell
they had to keep up for survival.
And the snow fell
defeating the beast’s only rival.
They took the old roads
that Napoleon had taken before.
They fought as a force as a light
against the darkness in a holy war.
One day they were looking around
and the sun was shining on the cold flowers.
The next day they were freezing to death
in the sleet and the ice cold showers.
✠chorus✠
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