A scorching dark layer Attaches to the skin like leaches scratching Inside the open wounds they pray Their jaws are open, their tongues pave their wave A pile of limbs, death's caress A vile scent drawn through each breath See the crests on the path to the fields The black desert, the concave shields Iron night, the end forlorn, nothing's stranger Torment storm. Exposed to direct danger Cavities in the horizon The clamor echoes endlessly Claw-marks printed in the sand The torment storm has erased the land Gasses blur the visions Toxic lives inside the wounds Blister gather like blood clots Pungent sores, the flesh does rot