He sat in a room, in a square the color of blood
                                                  [bad word] the whole world, if there was a way that he could
                                                He'd sit and he'd stare at the minarets on top of the towers
                                                    For he was the beast, as he hatched his new plans to gain power
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                                    As the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals
                                        And the snow fell, freezing the blood and the wheels
                                       And the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival
                                       And the snow fell, and defeated the beast's only rivals

They took the old roads, that Napoleon had taken before
They fought as the forces of light against a darkness in a holy war
One day they were looking out in the sunshine on the cornflowers
The next day they were freezing to death in the snow and the ice cold showers
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Then came the deadly road back on the steppes of their retreat
The cold racked their bodies, but worse was the pain of defeat
And people who had hailed them once now turned and looked away
These people now knew that the beast was on his way