Curses! Another shape-shifting wraith!
Hail to an end, she has come winters come. A faint horse for a fainting summer, steady your heart. This will take your warmth. This will turn your ghost. Come quick my Lord, they altered shape theyve altered form.
Marching to this song, singing to this song. With soldiers marching, armies running, squadrons... and swarming legions. Fearless we take them one ghost by one. Heaven approaching hail to the end.