Corpsicle

Inadvertent monument
To celebrate immoral men

Frozen ground beneath us
Stares with soulless eyes
Lifeless barren landscape
Tells tales of their demise
Glaciated corpse road
Leads us to death's door
Suffocating hands of fate
Enslaved for your war

Every soul condemned
Drown or a traitors death
Retreat met with execution
Don't fear the other side
You must fear your own

Ravens follow platoons of dead
Evil marches, lies they've been fed
Behold, the enemy takes flight
Silent killers, witches of the night
With engines cut, evenings reticent and shy
When you hear the engines roar
Your cities will ignite.

This road's made of dudes
Imprisoned in a cage of ice
Monument to the devil's price