Some people think of dying as a peaceful fading. Some think of it as
going into the light. Reliving your life in a brief moment of relief.
What if those people are wrong? What if dying isn't peaceful? What if it
is an endless trip of relentless agony, confronting you with all you
ever feared, hated, felt disgusted by or deeply despised, sending you on
a surreal trip of primal fears, filth, depression and violence? Flesh of
the Void tries to visually depict just that. Forget about your hopes and
dreams. Burn your bible. Emptiness is your god now.