Gothic

Theare was nothing but the sands as har as the eye could see....
I am nearly dying of thirst...always...

cureless of the dry and pain...
I asked for sleeping another MASK into the your mind...

struggled to get free from the chain
She intence whipped the my body
but I endured the pain in silence

INSIDE...INSIDE...ERASE...
OUTSIDE...OUTSIDE...ERASE...

Theare was nothing but the sands as har as the eye could see...