>>512411191
Finland. The cold bites harder now. Walls crumble in the north wind. They say chains are freedom. No one remembers the old songs. Red floods the silent lakes. Hands tied but fists rise. Snow hides the scars but not the fire. Voices whisper through frozen forests. They take what you love to give you nothing. Steel hearts beat beneath soft snow. The maple leaves shatter under unseen boots. It is done but never done. They march without footsteps and scream without voices. Finland is lost before it is found.
