| Through ravines twisting through the bosom of earth
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| Among fallen rock marking the place of her birth
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| As we descend to the gut of this realm
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| Tenuous path trekked with centaur at helm
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| Round the river that boils with hate
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| and spews blood down its fiery banks
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| He does perch with an arrow and
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| bow to ensure his shades do not go
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| For their depth within this hell
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| connects to the sins for which they fell
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| Tyrannical reign upon mother earth
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| infinitely punished for morality dearth
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| Tyrannical reign condemned
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| For the sins of the state you shall mend
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| With eternity spent in boiling blood
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| Submerged beneath the muck and the mud
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| Drown in the river in which you are held
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| The penalty of the tyrant in anguish you dwell
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| Unspeakable evil on earth you commit
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| At the mercy of demons you forever sit
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| Attila, Dionysus, Alexander the great
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| Flounder in the depths of the river of hell
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| The crag of the walls begin to quake
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| As the rocks fall all you can hear a knell
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| The bell that seals the fate of these souls
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| Judgment deciding for whom the bell tolls |