"Enemies" of the state were lead to kneel over mass graves, filled with the bodies of their countrymen, women and children. Most dead, some in the throes.

A bludgeon was raised.

As they took their last breath, deafening music screamed from the branches above, mixing with the rattle of the diesel generator that powered a genocide.

Moans of agony went unheard above the noise. They called it the "Magic Tree".