This is barren land, and those who live here are already dead.
This is tortured land, and those who have survived it are crippled for life.
This is sinful land, and blood is seeping from its wounds,
black like coal and acid like bile.
We have come here in search of hope, barefoot and light as the wind.
With shoulders unaccustomed to weight, and souls not used to terrors.
We have come here to be as we were –
unoppressed, with our head held high, and accepting.
But this is evil land, and those who wander it spat venom into our souls.
This is the devil’s land and deaf to the cries of the wounded.
Those who come here will murder their children and slay their parents for might.
 Those who stay here take roots in its soil and become one with its core.
This is the devil’s land, and it will teach you to fear for your life.
This is the devil’s land, and the devil is one of our own.
This is the devil's land, and there is no other left.