This man, once a warrior of great stature.

I cannot leave him behind, so I carefully lay him on the back of my horse.

And then I notice the royal emblem.

With this knowledge I return, to the small wooden church.

So he might be given the proper burial he deservers.

Then my senses pick up the stench of burning flesh.

I see a yellow glare ahead.

Screams that slowly fade away.

A nightmare has unfolded itself.

This horror can't be a coincidence.

And thus it burns, the church where I sheltered for the hail, the doors seem locked.

The saints, whose songs soothed me, were killed by a blazing fire.