Slowly drowning in sand 
Dust and death greet you 
In the valley of the crucified 
Survey the slaughter 
Of a hundred score 
Crucified Christians 
Eroded bones of victims past 
Human detrilus scattered 
Skulls crack underfoot 
Aged blood stained and brown 
The dead and the near dead 
The unburiable stench of decay 
Soft grey mouldy flesh 
Dangles from withered bones 
Forsaken sounds from parched throats 

Cracked and arched spines succumb 
To sand scoured days 
Cadavers that fester 
Like rotted fruit on the vine 
This is not Hell 
This is a place like any other brother 
The sins of God and the sins of man 
Their cunting holy trinity 
Slowly forgotten in sand 
The lesser law abideth as the key 
Vessel of holy pain 
Hear me dark ones of the pit