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   Specter of the past   Vision of mass murder   Torrents of blood      The vision quickly ends   The wasteland still beckons   Plodding toward the chasm   I hear 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 dead are pulling me downward   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      Drowning in their anguish   Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain   Vengeful corpses shrieking   Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide