Two go in, and one comes out

Asking, "What was the cost?"

With doors sealed and hatches locked,

The blood can't mix with frost.

An echoed glory of ancient riches

Stripped mines have empty veins.

All the unfaithful shall be reminded

Of their freedoms truly feigned.

So let us raise voices in solemn praise

Let blessings fall on our head.

And when our enemies fall to treachery

Let them cry, "THE SNOW IS RED!"