Cannibal Corpse

I am lost and sickened
Disoriented by this bleak environment
How I came to be here escapes my memory
This is a desert, deep scarlet grains
Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky
Gale force winds pepper my face
The sand tastes foul, the sand tastes like blood
Savagely cruel, barren expanse, the atmosphere, a caustic fog
Every breath reminds me of pain
Dust of dried blood filling my lungs
On the horizon I see a chasm, a distant pulse begins to beat
Suddenly a flash, specter of the past
Vision of mass murder, torrents of blood
The vision quickly ends, the wasteland still beckons
Plodding toward the chasm
I hear rushing liquid
My mind cannot conceive, the massacre I behold
An infinite river of cadavers, buoyant in their own blood