Paganizer - Landscapes Made Of Human Skin

Euurgh!

There is no escape.
This is your punishment.
I have been waiting.
For your arrival.
Noone will save you now.
They cannot save themselves.
This place awaits them to harbor their flesh forever.

As you suffer / become a part.
Of the landscapes made of human skin.

Fields of conquered flesh.
In which you will descend.
Yearning for a release.
That will never come.

As you suffer / become a part.
Of the landscapes made of human skin.

Thrash!

One thousand. . . ways to bleed.
One thousand. . . ways to burn.