In the city of the dead
where rivers run red
Neath mounds of splintered skulls
and blackened bones
hideous souls writhe in flames.
Moaning and groaning piteously
they slithered onto my path
and hissed in voices choked
by repentance too late...
When you return to the land of the Living
take forth our message to them...
'We, the agents of
hatred and violence
are everlastingly doomed
to sizzle in the inferno
of our heinous crimes
But you must alter your course...
drown your rancor in founts of compassion
demolish your arsenals of mad destruction
Let Peace and Brotherhood Prevail