Then he paces the room, straightening his shoulders and his chest, and looks out of the window.

Khorre looks over his shoulder and whispers: "Not a single light.

It is dark and deserted.

Those who had to die have died already, and the cautious cowards are sitting on the solid earth." Haggart turns around and says, wiping his face: "When I am intoxicated, I hear voices and singing.

Does that happen to you, too, Khorre?
Who is that singing now ?" "The wind is singing, Noni--only the wind." "No, but who else?
It seems to me a human being is singing, a woman is singing, and others are laughing and shouting something.