There is something more wretch'ed
In this windy howl.
Something darker, this night;
Expands on its fright.
As diabolical a led
Procession of sounds
Lashed, raised up lost souls by.
Thrashed, in death cant die!
All hopes to rescue, redeem
Long since exhausted
Who now, screaming out as one
Wildest weather throng.
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