| I am on the way into the city of woe
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| I am on the way to the forsaken people
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| I am going down into a pit so low
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| I am on the way into eternal sorrow
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| The cry ceased and the echo passed hearing
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| I saw three mighty presences appearing
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| With neither joy or sorrow in their bearing
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| No sign of compassion or caring
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| I stand on the foyer of hell
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| In this nightmare I will dwell
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| No direct ascent past the beasts
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| To pass this you must descend through Hell
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| These wretches were never dead
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| They ran through swarms of hornets naked
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| That gauged them the more they fled
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| Sweet blood soaked them red
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| It made their faces stream with bloody gouts
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| Pus and gore that dribbled to their feet
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| If they fell they were to be swallowed
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| By loathsome worms and filthy maggots
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| I stand on the foyer of hell
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| In this nightmare I will dwell
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| No direct ascent past the beasts
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| To pass this you must descend through Hell
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| Descending all through Purgatory and then
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| You will be free to dwell
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| No direct ascent past the beasts
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| To pass this you must descend through Hell
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| Descending all through Purgatory, crossing the fire
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| To pass this you must descend through Hell |