| Bloodlands |
(lyrics by Webster)
| I am lost and sickened. Disoriented by this bleak environment, how I came to
be here escapes my
memory. This is a desert, deep scarlet grains. Stretch the horizon and the
sickly brown sky. Gale
force winds pepper my face. The sand tastes foul, the sand tastes like blood.
Savagely cruel, barren
expanse, the atmosphere, a caustic fog. Every breath reminds me of pain. Dust
of dried blood filling
my lungs. On the horizon I see a chasm, a distant pulse begins to beat.
Suddenly a flash, a spectre
of the past. Vision of mass murder, torrents of blood. The vision quickly
ends, the wasteland still
beckons, plodding toward the chasm, I hear the rushing liquid. My mind cannot
conceive the
massacre I behold. An infinite river of cadavers, buoyant in their own blood.
Vertigo engulfs my
brain as my body fails and drops. A million corpses staring. Straining to
survive, limbs flailing in the
blood. Grapple with headless bodies, Hands of the dea are pulling me down-
ward, drowning in this
river. Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke. Situation hopeless, I
submit to the fury of the
river. Paralyzed with terror, thousands of their thoughts are entering my
mind. Conscious on their
level, every tortured death is experienced at once, droening in their an-
guish. Ordeal of their deaths
now saturates my brain. Vengeful corpses shrieking. Genocide, genocide,
genocide, genocide.
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