An Array of Mournful Trees

White snow covered fields woods are dreaming Earth sleeps Time in slumber �til Spring comes falls in white and red the earth lies frozen Whites and whites first With red blood steeped clothes Echoed with the pain so dark with grey sorrow was entwined We remember soldiers feats Sleep safe on cold snow . Its all the same, who is guilty. Let the gods see the truth and judge them all all those who died in nineteen forty five All those who won and who have lost For sacrifices made to the wrong gods for power given to Enemy Hail soldier hold your banner high (Nokturnal Mortum: The Taste Of Victory)