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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

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