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Scattered signs through the landscape
Ruins and keepers of hell

A monster guards down the seventh circle
It's the infamy of Crete

Blind cupidity and madness
Look at the river of blood

A great fosses as my guide had told
Armed centurions, as to the chase
They on the earth were won't

And so we descended by a rugged way
Screams of distress
Their eyes to the valley where
those souls are boiling in blood
A cry from far:

To what pain are you heading across this river?
Speak from whence ya stand, or else the bow I draw!

The answer was made to Chiron:
I ask to be led so that the river we can cross

Chiron to Nessus spade:
Return and be their guide!
And command other troops keep aloof
Onwards we moved
Along the seething flood

There where the souls of tyrants,
guilty of blood and rapine
They mourn aloud, their immense lunacy,
wail for their merciless wrongs

When I turned to the poet, he said:
"He'd be the first, I'm the next!
We went on, in that sea of blood
until our passage lay athwart the foss

We cross that valley of torment
Weeping of agony

At the edge of the infernal river
Where souls are immersed in the blood

Circle of desecration
It's too late to repent

Celestial acts of retaliation
Tears of despair, inhuman laments

The divine justice gives 'em the right suffering

Screams of insanity
And we went through the valley
where the souls are boiling in blood

Eternal pain, for all the bringers of desperation
There's no rest for who fill'd
the ways with violence and war

After fulfilling his task
The centaur turn'd alone repass'd the ford

Turn'd alone repass'd the ford
He went back to the other side
Where Chiron was waiting
...a forest, where no track
Of steps had worn a way

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