Landscapes Made of Human Skin

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 becoms a part of the landscapes made of human skin One thousand... ways to bleed one thousand... ways to burn.