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The Dead queued up they tread slowly
Eyes down head down resigned to their fate
Cowards cravens no side in life they took
Angels demons reject God and Dis
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here
There is no hope, abandon every hope
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here
Through these gates the way to Hell
Through these gates is endless pain
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here
There is no hope, abandon every hope
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here
Through these gates is suffering
Through these gates ever enduring
Lord God will not have these foul souls
Lord Dis will not have these weak souls
Exiled outside the gates of Hell
Stung by wasps and blood sipped by worms
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here
There is no hope, abandon every hope
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here
Through these gates the way to Hell
Through these gates is endless pain
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here
There is no hope, abandon every hope
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here
Through these gates is suffering
Through these gates ever enduring
No hope in life, no hope, no hope in death
No hope above, no hope, no hope below
And now we come upon pools of livid blue
Along the shores marching those who hated God
The great demon Charon tells us to go back
Pale grey skin eyes of flame the boatman of the Dead
Ferries us across the septic blue Acheron
With his oars bludgeons anyone who dares to reach out
The earth quakes and I fall
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Guide me my new friend as we both descend
Sinners wait their turn to learn how deep they burn
Minos decides their fate in this hour late
Why try to block our path?
My guide curtly asks Shades that died for love in the world above
Pair catches my eye gently floating by
Lustful eyes and breath lead them to their death
Thrashed by stabbing winds for their earthly sins
My body falls I reawaken in the third circle
My senses assaulted by new suffering
Splayed upon the earth in horrid afterbirth
For all they ate it could not satiate
Cold wretched downpour drowns forevermore
Vile rain and snow has stormed since long ago
Their bodies are weighed down pinned upon the ground
We walk upon their heads tread on the underfed
Cerberus the ancient beast on the filth he feasts
Twitching fur and claws flesh between his jaws
Cerberus howls with rage
Greasy hail and snow pelting my face
Foul stinking rain the stench fills this place
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The Putrid River Styx
07:27
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In the fourth circle the avaricious and the prodigal spar infernally
Pushing massive stones struggling with the weight they joust eternally
Butting chests to the rocks they push and grunt
Running full steam ahead they smash into their foes
See the clergymen with their tonsured scalps their greed knew no bounds
See the laymen with their gorgeous locks their spending was legend
Gilded robes embroidered capes jewel encrusted chairs
The people they bled dry of any means
Smell the stench of the swamp bubbling by our feet
Water so dark and thick no light escapes
This is the putrid river Styx
Air is thick and earthy like rotting peat
Purple slick oily thick shades it drapes
This is the muddy river Styx
In the fifth circle the wrathful and the sullen fight infernally
Some besmirched by mud some immersed in mud they root eternally
Their anger weighed them down in life
Their wrath knocks them down in death
Running at each other kicking one another biting their own flesh
Tearing out hair gouging out eyes beating their own chests
This rage cannot be quelled
This stage of shit it smells
Smell the stench of the swamp bubbling by our feet
Water so dark and thick no light escapes
This is the putrid river Styx
Air is thick and earthy like rotting peat
Purple slick oily thick shades it drapes
This is the muddy river Styx
Before us we see the gates of Dis
Demons retreat and they bar the gates
Furies on the ramparts they taunt us
Nothing can stop us from entering
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Behold now my friend
The Epicureans
Down in Circle Six
With now cannot mix In stone sepulchers, in bone life still stirs
Blinded in our tombs, masked in rock hard wombs
Always out of reach, that which we seek
The future plainly seen, of life only dream
I beg thee for a crumb
News of my loved ones
Indulge me just one plea
Please just answer me
In stone sepulchers, in bone life still stirs
Blinded in our tombs, masked in rock hard wombs
Always out of reach, that which we seek
The future plainly seen, of life only dream
“Oh highest virtue, you who lead me through
These circles of transgression, at your will,
Do speak to me, and satisfy my longings.
Can those who lie within the sepulchers
Be seen?
The lids – in fact- have all been lifted;
No guardians are watching over them.”
See here all those who say souls die
Our graves remain open for a time
Until that day when we’re shuttered in
Hear the plea of this heretic
Hear my plea!
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The Violent (Ash Fields)
07:57
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Completely submerged in blood
A boiling river of blood
Don’t try to poke your head out
With arrows you will be shot
We climb down
The ruined banks
Of Plegethon
To meet centaurs
Nessus our guide
To find the place where
The blood subsides
And we can cross
We come upon some woods
Of thorny gnarled trees
I break a twig from a trunk
And it oozes blood
Why harm me?
The Tree it moans
Through suicide
Our bodies were forfeit
Here Harpies nest
On bare branches
The leaves withered
And bark black
We come upon burning sands
Ash and spark rain from above
The souls sprawled flat on their backs
Try to quench the flames
Violent against men boiling in blood
Violent against self trapped in wood
Violent against God flat on their backs
Violent against God burning on the sand
The beast Geryon is our way down
The beast Geryon is our way through the blood
Slowly we swim to the next circle
Slowly we swim to Malebolge
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Malebolge (Glass Lake)
08:55
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The great beast Geryon is our way down
Into a place, place in Hell called Malebolge
Divided in ten circles of decreasing width
Corralled in narrow trenches the color of rust
Panders and seducers can not hide
Tormented and whipped by cruel demons
Endless scourge, the whip bites again and again
‘Nother pouch, new sinners dipped in excrement
Silver-tongued flatterers thrown into their own shit
Who are you? Have we met? I can not tell
Feces masks, features hid, obscured by filth
Lovers lies, caked in flies, try to scratch off
But cannot, so they rot in the night soil
Seen enough, smelled enough, we move on
Never stray, don’t delay, or forever stay
Never stray, don’t delay, or forever pay
Never stray, don’t delay, or forever stay
So we come to another pouch, below us I see naught but black, pitch black boiling thick
And there movement below the muck, when a great black demon happens upon us
Malacoda his name, leader of the Malebranche, my guide quells the savage brute
Ten demons are to be our guides, they fight amongst themselves, falling into pitch, leaving us free
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7. |
The Frozen Tears Of Dis
06:18
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The Dead entombed in ice, tears frozen to their eyes
This is their price, for betrayal in life
Still alive in Hell
His body lives above, below resides his soul
Just an empty shell, a demon in control
Still alive, his soul fell Into the frozen tears of Dis, that form the Cocytus
Bloody tears weeping, forever freezing
Witness the cruelty, walled in a cell to starve
His children perished too, he will be avenged
Teeth gnash at the skin
Horribly twisted, attached at the head
Gnawing on his scalp, feasting on the Dead
Entwined as one In the frozen tears of Dis, that form the Cocytus
Bloody tears weeping, forever freezing
Three mouths, chewing on the Dead, tearing them apart
Six eyes, weep frothy blood, drips down his chins
Forms a, river called, Cocytus
Bat wings, stirring the air, freezing his tears
Satan, fell from above, and landed here
To rule, The Ninth Circle, and those above
His legs, encased in stone, arms in the ice
Rules from, his icy throne, his own prison
Three mouths, chewing on the Dead, tearing them apart
Six eyes, weep frothy blood, drips down his chins
Forms a river called Cocytus
Bat wings, stirring the air, freezing his tears
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