A March Through Blizzard

First learn to crawl and kneel down before supremacy
Like a tiny gear of the huge machinery
Then be in the thrall to the distant rusty memories
From the bygone time clinging to some faded glories
It repeats

At last the souls are gradually bleached to white
Till they all become finally a part of the blizzard
But there's someone who still dares to ride
Forward and burst through the ice
Still holds tight to the light

Some fall in the squall
More and more rise to assault on
The dated castle and the mighty throne
We shall crush the old
It's now do or die
Let us roar the battle cry
And crush the old to build anew
Through the whiteout we shall shine