Defense of Murmansk

The Frost bites deep where shadows sleep. Gray skies stretch where the cold winds Weep. Snow falls heavy like ash from Flame. Each step we take, it Whispers our name. Iron in the ice, fire in our Veins. The walls of Murmansk will never be Tame. Through winter's teeth and the howl of Despair, we'll hold this line, We'll meet them there. Boots on snow and rifles high. Breath Death like like smoke smoke in in the The frozen frozen sky. Sky. The ships still sail, the harbor Fights. We light the dark with Steel and might. They come like wolves, Their hunger bare. But we are the storm, we are the Spear. Iron in the ice, fire in our Veins. The walls of Murmansk will never be Chained. Through winter's teeth and the howl of Despair. We'll hold this line, we'll meet them there. Each cratered street, each shattered Wall. Tells a story of those who stood Tall. Blood in the snow, it stains but it Binds. A promise to keep, a City that shines.