A momentary shroud is placed upon my eyes as I hear the beasts cackle aloud. They dance and rip the flesh of all in a brutal, bloody cloud.

And by my ears they whisper this and that and all the things they want to do. like eat my flesh and boil my blood and tell me things that are not true.

And when the shroud is pulled away and I see visions which haunt me still. Their forest home, of ash...