The Lowest Circle of Hell
I’m not alive. Descent from the sky
Twisting my neck and tearing at the flesh reveals my immortal confine
Two eyes are the ferryman’s price, for where we go, we don’t need sight
Condemned to hell, my soul before the King Minos. His only words, ‘did you think that you would simply rot?’
The hammer fell, judgment for my transgressions. He wouldn’t hear my cries, please let me die. Word of my mortal disease lead me to the mistress of lust
Seeping from the leviathans pores, my greed brought me no salvation
Never ending pockets in my skin that I fill with gold, losing sight of everything can no longer be absolved. Isolation, deprecation, punishment for every nation. Suffering, pure elation, everything you know is gone. Forever drowning in the sparkling filth
Hatred serves me only too well
Anger, condemned to Hell
Welcome to the gates of Dis
Retribution lies within the city of the heretics
They cast me down, they cast me down the River Stix
Violent upheaval, forever burning. My only refuge constant with the scent of death
I am nothing but a seething mass of violence. Carve me for my ignorance, but let me burn the false prophets
It’s cold, inviting, have I found where I belong?
‘Welcome you serpent, to the lowest circle of hell. You will with that you’d never been born, a fitting cage for the lowest form. I am your true God’
Cut me down my father, for I have sinned. Words of the adversary speak truth to the plague within
‘You will suffer and rot for what you are, in the lowest circle of hell’
Suffer. Suffer. In the lowest circle of hell
Twisting my neck and tearing at the flesh reveals my immortal confine
Two eyes are the ferryman’s price, for where we go, we don’t need sight
Condemned to hell, my soul before the King Minos. His only words, ‘did you think that you would simply rot?’
The hammer fell, judgment for my transgressions. He wouldn’t hear my cries, please let me die. Word of my mortal disease lead me to the mistress of lust
Seeping from the leviathans pores, my greed brought me no salvation
Never ending pockets in my skin that I fill with gold, losing sight of everything can no longer be absolved. Isolation, deprecation, punishment for every nation. Suffering, pure elation, everything you know is gone. Forever drowning in the sparkling filth
Hatred serves me only too well
Anger, condemned to Hell
Welcome to the gates of Dis
Retribution lies within the city of the heretics
They cast me down, they cast me down the River Stix
Violent upheaval, forever burning. My only refuge constant with the scent of death
I am nothing but a seething mass of violence. Carve me for my ignorance, but let me burn the false prophets
It’s cold, inviting, have I found where I belong?
‘Welcome you serpent, to the lowest circle of hell. You will with that you’d never been born, a fitting cage for the lowest form. I am your true God’
Cut me down my father, for I have sinned. Words of the adversary speak truth to the plague within
‘You will suffer and rot for what you are, in the lowest circle of hell’
Suffer. Suffer. In the lowest circle of hell