ACROSS ENTRAILS DEVOURED BY PUTRID WINDS

A miasma of rot hangs heavy in the void, thick with the savor of obliteration. The wind, a chilling serpent, coils around the death metal song mangled corpses, shredding flesh from bone. The skeletons gleam like trinkets in the morbid light. A symphony of groans echoes through the chasm, a chorus of suffering as the innards are devoured by the whir