There is a place of darkened souls, a collection of spite and hate
A plot for traitors incessant grief, and endless rancorous state
A world of wretched wicked grief, torment, guilt, and pain
The remorseless, resting, rotting place, for those who bear the stain
And they that thrive on tainted means, feast on the flesh they flay
Must realize if they're to hunt - they themselves be prey

Delve into this twisted realm, and you will come to see
A world of retribution, woe, vengeance and misery
And I will exact a pound of flesh, for all that you have gained
Treachery and avarice all shall be repaid
It will come to be over a thousand times
Unending misery, atonement will be thine

Forgotten spirits cry out in pain as fire licks their souls
Torturied cries fill the air of this infernal hole
Once proud culprits snivel and beg as retributions paid
The souls the fodder for hells hounds their blood shall all be drained
To quench the thirst of satanic ghouls gathered for the feast
The damned shall be made to suffer for the pleasure of the beast
Be it known for all so bold to dare incite my rage
You shall fall to deepest hell there judgement await
Think not that you will take from me and not exact a toll
I will delight in the hiss of your burning soul
And at the hour of demise, as essence departs
Know the burning hatred of my blackened withered heart

A hate so black and dark and spurred by hells eternal flame
The torture of a thousand deaths and I hold you to blame
And soon enough you will fall unto the dismal lord
And suffer by the hands of surely wicked hordes

Fall to Hell, your essence will descend
It will come to be, damnation will be thine

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