• Down the hills of snow and sleet
    Ran the silent breeze
    Until at last it fell upon..the dead
    Were it begain to cry .. with dread

    As if the wind knew in thought
    Of how brave those men once fought
    How the battle ragged in the cold
    How many died both young and old

    Nowere else was the wind heard
    Except were the battle once stired
    For the wind knew of a secret untold
    Of how the battle was aganst the cold

    So the wind cries for those poor souls
    Who died in battle against winter's cold
    For the people who fought against nature
    And in the end meet with failure