| Enslaved for eternity the shades of humans await
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| Final judgment from the gods
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| shall leave hell in their wake
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| During they’re stay in this putrid land
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| Encased in tombs at the satanic hand
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| As the gates creep open they reveal
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| the crimes of the inner circle of hell
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| Ones knowingly betrayed against
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| good judgment and will
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| Here dwell the heretics who
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| worship unorthodox gods
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| Epicureans alike burn in this
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| realm for their unholy thoughts
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| Forever in stasis to which they ve been damned
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| Trapped in a fiery tomb
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| Dwelling in terrible gloom
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| The future to them is in sight
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| For the present to them is like night
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| Dis the sinister city of evil,
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| a constant reminder of wicked deeds
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| Tombs of the heresy line this town,
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| testament to obey his creed
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| For those who mortally dethroned
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| their god; |
| building their own idol
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| Thrown to their case of unbreakable
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| might eternity spent in fire. |