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