Their bodies are burning in fire and in darkness! Flesh burning to cinders in a great funeral pyre.One placed here for those who knew not of this torment. O God! Hear your children burning alive! Their cities are in ruin like roses in winter. Black and embittered they wither to nothing. as they fall towards shadow, their voices are deafening. Unto the pyre, this is their cry:
We return to the ashes.
A funeral prye burning.
A prayer, a plague, and a curse is all that remains. their blood pours from the sky.