As we patrol across these doomed lands
Seeking survivors and signs of life
Shrilling, piercing sounds of cracking bones
Haunt this perfidious valley
Beyond the gates of perdition
Behind tall fumes of fetid stench
The earth collapsed on itself

Imprisoning all living things
Slammed dozen miles deep
Isolated and starved to death
Inhaling toxic emanations of festered fluids

We call them the nefarious
The damned, the plagued

Foul bodies bathed in boiling blood
Among altars of circling bones
Melting away from the extreme
Warmth of the core of the earth

Maimed, crawling, at the dusk of existence
Necrotizing fasciitis will end this everlasting suffering
And punish us once again for our blasphemy

Running out of time
We witness pure horror
Perverted souls starring into the abyss
Our wounds are still bleeding

A swarm of desperate eyes looks up to the sky

We call them the nefarious
The damned, the plagued

Trying to catch a glimpse
Of the intruders under this occult downpour
Eyes like fireflies illuminating a chaotic moonlight