Treading through snow They’ll walk into territory they don’t know Half the path is frozen over and they cant see down the road The cement is cracked and dead, it’s wear was sold by the red soldiers abandoned to the ones in black The angel's of death go along as if made of golden prosperity Slower and slower they continue till the same road wears their cold bodies
Hey Let’s play: guess that historical event.
I'm not sure why I made this I just got bored and thought this was a good idea