Red Stained Snow

Above the enchanting crystal tops, there's a crackling from the clouds
Not the crackling sound of thunder, rather crackling beams of light
Under the tundra, fossilized since ancient times
What lies beneath is coming out as this white quilt slowly begun
Remains of war
Pain and suffering of men who are no more
As the snow slowly melts, it brings forth the color red
And remains of a village burned to
The ground where lies two living shеds
The story of that village is a legend to bе told
At the end of every winter, the red-stained snow comes forth
Tide turns, a mere coincidence is what we'll never know
Tales of what happened to that place will be remembered forevermore
Their songs, their tales
That of the crusaders still lives on, plundering town to town
But this is just a story, a legend if you will
Its ending never stops grinding with an endless blood thirst to kill