Watch them run - the dogs of war.
Across the desert.
Across the plain.
Driven by hunger.
Driven by pain.
In hollow eyes their flames are lit.
Like candlelight in the darkest pit.
Feed them with flesh.
Feed them with fear.
No matter the distance,
They always draw near.
Wail at the horror.
Howl at the moon.
The hounds are unleashed.
Death will come soon.
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