God, created the light and dark, Good and bad, Death and life. And he wanted us to bow down to him for all of this. And then, there were believers and denial. God, created the island, to punish, to kill, those who deny him. He painted the sky red above the island The clouds were black, acid was raining down, All the trees were burnt, And the coasts were full of corpses and filth. The island, was there since the beginning, And it will be there until the very end. Lost souls of those who died on the island are still out There, they're presence can still be felt after all those years. A step through the void, The hand of blackness, absence of light, never to come back. And death here, is only the beginning of the torment, never to end.