A victors celebration of butchery and carnage
A preservation of monuments from the battlefield
Remnants mounted, displayed in morbid exhibition
In a chamber buried by millennia of winter frost

And the specters howl and moan
In their frostbitten tundra tomb
Warrior Spirits trapped forever
Together in an icy womb

Skulls stacked high as pillars, mounds of ribs and spines
Crude carvings on bone recall of an ancient war
A mass grave dug, a grotto prepared beneath the snow
A ritual of respect for an ancient race slain in combat

And the specters howl and moan
A forgotten carried by a breeze
Apparitions of ice claw at their prison
Begging to escape

The Sun shines brighter, and a rise in temperature is slowly felt
And inch by inch, layer by layer, centuries of frost starts to melt
In a distant future that you and I won’t live to see
An older world will be punished by those emerged from the ossuary