Mascarene Islands
The Mascarene Islands (or Mascarenhas Archipelago) is a group of islands in the Indian Ocean east of Madagascar consisting of Mauritius, Réunion and Rodrigues. The collective title is derived from the Portuguese navigator Pedro Mascarenhas, who first visited them in the early sixteenth century. The islands share a common geologic origin in the volcanism of the Réunion hotspot beneath the Mascarene Plateau and form a distinct ecoregion with a unique flora and fauna.
Location and description
The archipelago comprises three large islands, Mauritius, Réunion, and Rodrigues, plus a number of volcanic remnants in the tropics of the southwestern Indian Ocean, generally between 700 and 1500 kilometres east of Madagascar. The terrain includes a variety of reefs, atolls, and small islands. They present various topographical and edaphic regions. On the largest islands these gave rise to unusual biodiversity. The climate is oceanic and tropical.
Geology
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Massacrion
by: Axis Of AdvanceThe acrid stench of rotten flesh travels fast
Along the muddy earth
The corpses dangle sickly from the razor wire
Us against them, the rain and the rats
Waiting to die, wounded mounting in piles of
Moaning, writhing, wasting life
Nightmares spawned by endless explosions
Young and old recruits scramble over the top
Insanity now we survive, inhumanity the rule of life
No defense and all alone
We fall in groups eventually one by one
Contorted view of survival and loss
A horrid reminder in that smell
We have no relief until a leave
That always seems so far away
Burn Massacrion Run
Contorted view of survival and loss
A horrid reminder in that smell
We have no relief until a leave
That always seems so far away
Us against them, the rain and the rats
Waiting to die, wounded mounting in piles of
Moaning, writhing, wasting life
Nightmares spawned by endless explosions
Young and old recruits scramble over the top
Burn Massacrion Run
Hide Massacrion Die
The nightmare
The king considers not his pawns
He worries instead of his reign
Both sides have their rooks and knights
And the bishops and queen sit back and laugh
We die for nothing
We die for no one
No one will remember