Inferno
Down here, everything is reduced to its proper nature
Humans, bags of flesh and bones
Rotting being whose gift of consciousness, now, will be his vector of agony
All, but all alone in this darkness place where the livings tears the light
Boil the murderer, dismember the suicidal, burn the profaner of the human nature
Behind these black gates, the three circles of anger where reign all the suffer
The river of boiling blood
O blind cupidity, O wrath insane
Within which boiling is whoever by violence doth injure others
Wherein the cursed are uttering loud laments
The tears which with the boiling it unseals
This thick dark river of blood flow forever
As it fall, on the ground. Disarticulated
As it fall, it will forms
As it fall, on the ground
It will forms
Both wood and blood
Expanding by theirs corpses the dolorous forest
Turned into trees that speak and mourn
No apple-trees were there but thorns with poison
If you want to die, you cannot spare yourself from suffering
Breaking by the weight of the remorse
This is where you belong, this is where you'll live for evermore
Red sand, burning skins and flesh
From this flaming sky where rains flakes of fire
Wandering, you will never rest, in this eternal death
Humans, bags of flesh and bones
Rotting being whose gift of consciousness, now, will be his vector of agony
All, but all alone in this darkness place where the livings tears the light
Boil the murderer, dismember the suicidal, burn the profaner of the human nature
Behind these black gates, the three circles of anger where reign all the suffer
The river of boiling blood
O blind cupidity, O wrath insane
Within which boiling is whoever by violence doth injure others
Wherein the cursed are uttering loud laments
The tears which with the boiling it unseals
This thick dark river of blood flow forever
As it fall, on the ground. Disarticulated
As it fall, it will forms
As it fall, on the ground
It will forms
Both wood and blood
Expanding by theirs corpses the dolorous forest
Turned into trees that speak and mourn
No apple-trees were there but thorns with poison
If you want to die, you cannot spare yourself from suffering
Breaking by the weight of the remorse
This is where you belong, this is where you'll live for evermore
Red sand, burning skins and flesh
From this flaming sky where rains flakes of fire
Wandering, you will never rest, in this eternal death
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Writer(s): Jérôme Zavarise
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