To the third circle of the underworld where the rains still fall Diseased and carrying filth A stench fills the air as vile as the sins that crawl within this evil realm's walls Excrement falls to fuel the mud filled land in this level of hell Careful for this realm holds deplorable beings for which you do not wish to be stuck
Cerberus lurks his head holding count of his home The heads of this beast leave trespassers frozen in stone Past this mythical canine the bridge to the circle of gluttons is here The shadowy figure lie on the ground with similar sinners held near
The rains do pound on their heads as the mud begins to rise In still motion covered in filth for eternity they must lie Gluttony overcomes them and for their sins they will pay Until final judgements from the heavenly gates they will stay
Only concerned with pleasure their earthly existence a waste Their portly bodies guiding their hunger with haste Priorities left undone for their lack of ambition we hate Their indolent ways and deplorable acts unknowingly sealing their fate
Guarded at it's gates the third level is uninhabitable Putrid and foul the lives of it's sinners berated with rain and hail.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
