Pali Aike

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 devils