Pali Aike

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 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
 Pali Aike
 Phantasmagoria scorched in rock
 Ghoulish nightmares gather and flock
 To Pali Aike
 Home of the devils
 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
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 Home of the devils