| Landscapes Made of Human Skin |
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| 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 landscape made of human skin |
| One thousand… ways to bleed |
| One thousand… ways to burn |
