In fields of snow, where silence reigns,
A shadowed past, where sorrow stains.
The icy winds, they howl and cry,
Beneath the somber, wintry sky.

The echoes of a haunting song,
Through forests deep, they drift along.
Forgotten graves, in frozen ground,
Tell tales of lives, forever bound.

In cities cold, where whispers weave,
The stories of those who grieve.
A nation’s heart, in mournful beat,
For souls that war and woe did meet.

Yet in the dusk, a flame does glow,
A flicker of hope, amidst the snow.
For even in death’s cold embrace,
Resilience finds a sacred space.