Landscapes Made of Human Skin

There is no escape This is your punishment I have been waiting for your arrival No one 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 landscape made of human skin One thousand... ways to bleed One thousand... ways to burn