Hues of unearthly malady A scar like an oozing wound in the land The bones have spilled their marrow Released their life to miasmic skies
Venus' vitriol Could not have painted sicker scenes Magmatic gore rots In putrid reds and glowing greens
Pali Aike Phantasmagoria scorched in rock Ghoulish nightmares gather and flock To Pali Aike Home of the devils
Ghost lakes Into austral deserts call A cruel deception haunting the land Their poison drunken, vanished A carcass bleaches, barren lies For the lions to maul
Here at world's end Where colossal basalt spines drown in stygian deeps The thin veneer of reality hangs tattered And eldritch phantoms stir Awaken from their sleep
Torrefied by time and dust Colonies lie scattered, starved and mummified Their vacuous marks consumed by moss and rust Long gone the greed for gold, the genocide
Only sepulchral stars now cast their eerie glare On these abandoned plutonic panoramas Fata Morganas set aglow the silent air So peaceful, so beautiful
Pali Aike Phantasmagoria born from rock Ghoulish nightmares run amok In Pali Aike Home of the devils
Pali Aike Pali Aike Home of the devils Pali Aike Pali Aike Home of the devilsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
