The signs are here, can you not see? the coffins are moving as the dead break free, moaning and shuffling to and fro they search for brains to gnaw, cutting off a limb will not kill just slow them down a little, so aim for the head cause it'l knock em dead, but beware their bite or you'll be turned in one night
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I would like to translate this poem