"oh, listen to the....
the children of the night
what's weird music they make"

may dreams be brought
that i might reach
the gentle strains
of midnight speech
and frozen stars
that gild the forest floor

through the swirling snow
Volkh's children come
to run with me
to hunt as one
to s_____ the lambs of Christ
from where they fall

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