A dead soldier is preyed upon
By hounds and skeletons
In a snowy Saxon forest
A young boy hides nearby
Soldiers pry the boots off two dead victims
My great-great grandparents in Prussian World War I uniforms
Something bad is about to happen

A couple of young men with scars on their faces
Dressed in boarding school outfits of crimson-and-black
Walk arm in arm under the eerie glare of a street lamp
As a menacing figure leers at them
Something bad is about to happen

Two starving between-the-war types
One is in Alpine garb; the other cowers under sheets
Something bad is about to happen