I smell the burning bodies
the nights sky aglow
shadows writhing men are dying
I hear the cry, it makes me shiver
Love is lost save in my heart
M'lady blessed me with her gaze
I hear the cry it makes me shiver.
There is no sound, all is black, a horrible smell like the fetid breath of a corpse
I hear the cry of the wolf known as man.
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