Slowly drowning in sand   Dust and death greet you   In the valley of the crucified   Survey the slaughter   Of a hundred score   Crucified Christians   Eroded bones of victims past   Human detrilus scattered   Skulls crack underfoot   Aged blood stained and brown   The dead and the near dead   The unburiable stench of decay   Soft grey mouldy flesh   Dangles from withered bones   Forsaken sounds from parched throats      [Solo- P.S.]      Cracked and arched spines succumb   To sand scoured days   Cadavers that fester   Like rotted fruit on the vine   This is not Hell   This is a place like any other brother   The sins of God and the sins of man   Their cunting holy trinity   Slowly forgotten in sand   The lesser law abideth as the key   Vessel of holy pain   Hear me dark ones of the pit      [Solo- J.M.]