Open wide. The other side. There's something there. Resources to share.
In the name of science we proceed. Blinded by profits to reap. The bigger picture, no room. We've brought upon our doom
No regard for our people. The portal spews out evil. Containment breach is active. The loss of life is massive.
Life out on mars has always been such a chore, how lucky are we that we've opened this door? A case of the Mondays is nothing compared to the unreal torture that we all now share. Coworkers dissolved and turned inside out, unholy altars are scattered about. Halls decorated with offal and bone, this twisted portal was best left alone.
Phobos anomaly ripped open wide, in came the demons: i'm too young to die. Hurting me plenty, the blood has been shed, outbreak of evil, knee deep in the dead. By chainsaw and shotgun I fight for my soul, hallway by hallway I rack up a toll. The icon of sin does his unholy work, i mutilate monsters as I go berserk.