Six feet deep buried beneath my feet Under drifts of snow Where the north wind blows Snow piled high under a northern sky Rested those who fell and died well Winter burial like a memorial In a frozen cemetery Tramping through red snow Blood spilt, guts poured frozen to my feet Freezing cold stopped the flow From open wounds Slit throat, gushed poured From a shattered neck Blood formed crimson jagged icicles That sparkled like crystals Under a freezing moon Of those whose stories of victory told On frosty breath by those who cheated death From the north dawned forth The supremacy of man In the dead of winter Bodies emerge from the snow Like a whitened milestone Terror frosted on pale blue faces Preserved for eternity, written in history Iced sword blood poured, frozen to my hands Battles rage in this age for Vinland