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Far in the northern part of town

Lies in the forest, burnt to the ground

See what you can make of this scene

This holy place has been torn to Hadean

FIRE!

Billows of smoke pile ahead and cloud the sky

The husk of solitude comfort turns the snow to ash up high

A former place of refuge now turned to dust

The villages worry in recluse for their neighbors they now distrust

Feel it hurts, but it gets much worse

Feed the flames and burn the church

Footprints gather away from the building

The stench of ethers gust

The senses of smell are deterring and filling those with disgust

How could this happen to our small town in these mountains?

These demons cast a flare and brought our only hope grounded

Feel it hurts, but it gets much worse

Feed the flames and burn the church

BURN!

Crackle beneath the feet

Just bodies and dust

The ashes radiate heat

From this act of sin combust

They dwell in the forest lines

Among the village they lurk

Feel it hurts, but it gets much worse

Feed the flames and burn the church