Damned

We descend into this perdition of the tainted

Witness the souls all lined in their rows of anguish

The nine circles hold captive all those who've sealed their fates

Crawling within these chambers of punishment

The souls of the damned; of those who have sinned, all writhe in pain

Gloom wither in this bleak abyss

Walk amongst men whose souls are not damned

But empty hollow mortals

They're locked in this purgatory

Forced to endure unending despair and darkness

It consumes their mind

They long for their death, but have it

Lost in this sea of grey, bereft of happiness

Bodies left to decay, in this oblivion

Wandering aimlessly, yet thou won't find thine way

Weary minds know that there is no rest for the dead

Battered by the violent winds of lust

Personify the lamb, for the wake of light ignites the carnal

Malefactors as they walk this land

Everlasting blight amongst the sinful mass

Punishment for those who crave the flesh of man

Repentance, no option for the damned

Lechery, the force that binds you to your sins

Misery, encompass them as they drift away

Away

A bond broken by their unending

Desire to defile every mound of human flesh

Predatory carnality

Straying far from divinity

Predatory carnality

Reprobation of thine flesh greed

Hearken this everlasting storm, a never-ending war

Upon the defilers of flesh and blood

Hearken this everlasting storm, a never-ending war

Upon the defilers of flesh and blood

Flesh and blood

The desires of man, forged from their primal ties

Flesh and blood

Thus absolved from their sins, cursed rains fall upon their backs

Flesh and blood

They are void of pleasure

The curse of their lust is flushed forth from the earth

Churn in the putrid slush

The isles of gluttony serve as the evidence

Of mankind's ungodly filth and their indulgence

All forced to forever drown in this pestilence

Pelted by icy rains serving the mighty worm

Three-headed beast of Hell, maim these mortals!

Ravenously shredding gluttons, thrashing in the freezing mire

Haunted by their self-indulgence

Forcefully, they serve the worm putrefaction

It encumbers insurmountable pain and torment

Grovelling in grit and grime for their voracious appetites

Ceaseless gluttony

No room on earth for you

Ceaseless gluttony

Avaricious souls tainted by their greed

Endless pursuits of wealth and material gain

Divided between hoarders of their possessions

And those who empty their pockets as they lavishly spend

Wrathful creatures dwell within the boiling rivers of Hell

They, consumed by hatred and rage have found their resting place

Viciously combating the curren (those who lived their hate)

These angered souls are forced to drown in the waters

Gurgling Stygian marsh

Just as their hatred choked

The waters of Styx floods into their throats

Withdrawn into a black sulkiness

Where they shall find no hope

Wrath

Rend and snarl

Spiteful souls thrash and claw each other whole

Corrupted by their rage, thine hearts beat as black as coal

Misery unending

Savage tendencies grab hold of their hearts, of their minds

Their eyes glossed as they turn cold

The last circle of incontinence

Holds these self-frustrated profligates

Outward, their pain and their torment inflicted on each other

As they give in to their animalistic urges

So blood-red, so furious and evil

The earth would've quaked at their fury

If they weren't dragged into the inferno

Into the City of Dis

Surrounded by the primordial waves

Holding the lower circles of Hell

Your eyes meet those of furies guarding these bowels

Descend into these lower circles

So you may see the most daunting of the sins

The true root of evil witnessed

Here shall taint even the purest of men

Foolishness, blasphemy

A fiery tomb awaits those who don’t believe

Burning in cinder and ash are the souls of heretics

Turned their backs on their spirits

So they're trapped inside these walls

These flames burning their truth, cleansing the unfaithful

Their charred remains mean nothing

Mean nothing to me

Bow to your God, bow to your wretched creator

Bow!

Bow!

Past the Taurus

Ruins shroud the three rings, brought forth by the demise of Christ

The three houses of violence enduring the harrowing of this Hell

House One: Violence against thy neighbor

Tyrants, war-makers, and murderers

Immersed in phlegethon, the river of boiling blood and fire

They wallowed in blood during their life, now do so eternally inside of Hell

Forced under the boiling brim by serpents at the call of Chiron and Pholus

(House Two: Violence against thyself)

In the wood of suicides, dead souls are transformed

Into gnarled trees and fed upon by the harpies

Thralls, they wrought self-inflicted pain

House Three: Violence against nature

A plain of burning sand scorched by great flakes of flame

So thus, these squanderers are torched by the embers of divine justice

Upon the back of Geryon

We descend into Malebolge; the arena of fraud

(They will burn so) deep (in the chasm of this) light

Panderers and seducers are whipped by horned demons

They exploited the passions of others and at core, are scourged

Flatterers fight covered in excrement

As the soles of simoniacs feet burn with brimstone

The souls of sorcerers, fortune-tellers

False prophets unite with their heads twisted

And contorted by demonic plague

Corrupt politicians immersed in boiling tar

Hypocrites forced to walk with the weight of leaden robes

Thieves writhe in a pit of reptilian creatures, biting and clawing

Sowers of discord flayed by beasts

Falsifiers afflicted by disease

Yet, we descend into treachery

Yet, we descend into treachery

Chained from my waist

Fate emerges, blanketing me in the depths

In Judecca, waiting for death at the bottom of this tomb

You betray me, bastard cowards

Dying creatures

Unwilling to learn