This man, once a warrior of great stature.
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I cannot leave him behind, so I carefully lay him on the back of my horse.
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And then I notice the royal emblem.
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With this knowledge I return, to the small wooden church.
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So he might be given the proper burial he deservers.
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Then my senses pick up the stench of burning flesh.
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I see a yellow glare ahead.
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Screams that slowly fade away.
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A nightmare has unfolded itself.
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This horror can't be a coincidence.
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And thus it burns, the church where I sheltered for the hail, the doors seem locked.
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The saints, whose songs soothed me, were killed by a blazing fire.
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And Thus It Burns
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| Slechtvalk |
