Aftermath

There is snow upon the trees
Bloody branches in the night
And fallen warriors on their knees

Death spread through them like disease
Comrades met with sudden plight
There is snow upon the trees

With rasping breath their lives did cease
Nothing here but waning light
And fallen warriors on their knees

Returning home filled with unease
Remembering that awful sight
There is snow upon the trees

You hear their voices in the breeze
You see their faces filled with fright
And fallen warriors on their knees

Memories of their desperate pleas
There will be no sleep tonight
There is snow upon the trees
And fallen warriors on their knees