Barbarossa III

A new command would counter their attack to stay the storm that harkens at your door. ‘Twould be a feat that stunned the iron pack for nothing dared defy the wolves before. And though his pack could see the crimson prize, impending fate compelled the cornered Bear. ‘Twould be a feast that destiny denies as victory eludes the devil’s snare. And still the beast pursued without relent with all the rage this demon could bestow, but confidence would spiral in descent… for winter’s prowl would prove the greater foe. The fires of hell concede to winter’s fray as overconfidence becomes the prey. As overconfidence becomes the prey and, ineptitude undermines intent, ‘tis solely lust that lends to disarray within the grasp of Winter’s malcontent. To any soul that taunts the solstice gale or challenges the chill of frigid might, know well the past, if seeking to prevail, or thus surrender to the frozen night. When ego rears, despite the Winter’s scorn, to gratify the dominance it craves, let despot ghosts from fallen empires warn of all the bones bequeathed to snowy graves. Supremacy is crushed beneath the weight when avarice lets vanity inflate. When avarice lets vanity inflate ‘tis merely time before the eddies form. Like misty clouds that roll and oscillate, they swiftly wax into a raging storm. As malice spews into the Slavic soil ‘tis only devastation he shall gain, for only death concedes within the roil and nothing but the ashes will remain. And still the beast, diminished by the stance, pursues the Bear to pierce its stubborn heart, but mud and grit impede the devil’s lance as destiny begins to fall apart. Whene’er the moral right concede debate, it caters to an arrogance of hate. It caters to an arrogance of hate when solitude falls victim to its law, for evil grows when nations isolate and to digress shall prove a fatal flaw. The earth is but a speck in the abyss that binds us all in unified contempt. ‘Tis only peace that lets this world exist and nay a tethered soul shall be exempt. And though we bide, thus choosing to ignore impending peril rising with the tide, those troubled waters wash upon the shore reminding us of what we have denied. With apathy, the fires of Hell are fanned when giants hide their heads beneath the sand. When giants hide their heads beneath the sand, his iron wolves consume their prey at will. And in response, the world cannot withstand the fear and devastation they instill. His frenzied packs were ceaseless in pursuit as Barbarossa roars into the East. their appetite for prey was absolute and Leningrad shall be its finest feast. Though fortitude withstood the vicious packs as destitution filled the waning days. A new command would counter the attack as overconfidence becomes the prey. When avarice lets vanity inflate, it caters to an arrogance of hate.