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CANNIBAL CORPSE
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Bloodland
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 falls and drops
A million corpses staring
Straining to survive, limbs flailing in the blood
Grapple with headless bodies
Hands of the dead are pulling my 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
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