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
