Invisible Stranglehold

A cold wind blowing from China,
Whispering the first doom
of the third millennia.
As it seeps through every stronghold,
Fills every lung with gloom,
invisible stranglehold.

Winter comes for Europa.
From Atalanta to Valencia,
It freezes Germania.
New bane of Reino de España.
Not-so-Great Britannia,
Au revoir Republic of Francia.

Midnight falls in America
As the ships sailed to California,