| Terra tribus annulos,
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| Primus, the river, a nile of coagulated encrusted shores
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| Blisters boil from flesh to blood
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| Beyond sight stretched the streams of gore
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| Hideous spawn, nessus the damned, deemed to guide
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| Head of an ox and body of man
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| Punishment for the most heinous of crimes
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| Reveal the path upon which we shall bride
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| Through the forest of mors voluntaria
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| To live like gods with a tyrannous reign
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| To walk the earth enraged whilst delivering pain
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| Murder finds justice in the fire of the brook
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| Smolder in the blood of every life that you took
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| Murderous executions, decimators of life
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| Perpetually captive to blood spilling innocents with spite
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| Sodomized in the Phlegathon’s malevolent sanction
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| Forever the lungs of the butcher internally filled with flame
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| For great is the pain
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| Searing of flesh with the smoldering breath
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| And the scorching of futile remains
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| Apotheosize their extinction, glorifying their eternal death
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| Secundum circulum, blackened and withering husks
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| Protruding toxic thistles seeping of obsidian sap
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| As hisses turn to wails, destruction and suicide entails
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| Soak in their sinful death
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| Pass the final judgement they will remain
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| No carnal resurrection here
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| Their festering corpses on limbs of thorn will hang
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| Damnation beyond eternity they fear
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| Roots sprout misfortune, nourish affliction, stretch thy skin
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| Disfiguration at the crust thickets grow within
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| Growing ever stronger, self-hatred shall bloom
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| Vines of self-loathing and bitterness resume
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| In the heart a heretic regret gives birth to cries
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| Cynics of the holiest temples scorched on the sand supine
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| Viscous flow the fires smelting sluggish in the sky
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| Like branches choked by honey as it’s seeping from the hive
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| Consuming the flesh all but skeletons are left
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| Regeneration of their bodies will fill the belly of
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| Carnivorous embers
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| Sodomites sink in this barren earth
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| Flakes of ash in a gust like a blizzard
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| Suffocate the lungs of the usurer
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| Storms of fire rage in oblivion
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| Decem regna malum, ten realms of the Malebolge we face
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| Beware less thee be devoured
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| Vivid is the scythe brought by death to this place
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| To live like gods with a tyrannous reign
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| To walk the earth enraged whilst delivering pain
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| The bell tolls immensely in the fire by the brook
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| Through the gates he must wander again |