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