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Violence, Violence, Violence, Violence
Welcome to the valley where three rings atone the violent souls
Condemned to wallow in blood and fire all alone
Guarded by the Minotaur that stalks and guards this hellish hole
Nothing but ruin from the harrowing of hell
(Firing down) the centaurs fire at those who emerge
(Higher than allowed) above the punishment that they deserve
(Chiron) watching over the bloodthirsty herd
(Pholus) forever boiling in the blood immersed
Violence, Violence, Violence, Violence
No escape for those try and run or forfeit punishment
The gift of paradise can no longer be wished or earnt
Deep within the depths of hell you’ll always get what you deserve
So laugh in chaos so your suffering cannot be heard
(the fruits are abound) as they’re plucked the trees begin to bleed
(their bodies are bound) in the woods where the harpies feed
(no hope to be found) as the only thing that you will see
(past the judgement of god) your lifeless body hanging in the breeze
(Murderes) war-makers, plunderers, tyrants
(Blasphemers) lay burning for a hundred years, usurers
(Suicides) transformed into thorny trees
And fed upon by the harpies
(Phlegethon) runs deep through the valley of the burning plane
Descending to the fraudulent
Scorched by the burning sand
Run from the flames in the sky
Usurers crouch down and weep
Blasphemers outstretched supine
Scorched by the burning sand
Run from the flames in the sky
Usurers crouch down and weep
Blasphemers outstretched supine
Take your life apart
For refusing all but insult
To the body that I so despised
So here I stand, a withered soul
(Violence against thy self)
L'infamia di Creti
(Violence of blood and fire)
Drowning in the blood and fire
(Violence against nature)
Here in dead sterility
(Violence sterile, impure)
Under a burning sky
(Violence)
Drown in the river Phlegethon as you wallow in blood
(Violence)
Deeper lays, Pyrrhus, Attila, flagello in terra
(Violence)
Weep in the valley of the burning sands as the wrath of the heavens rain
(Down on hell)
No judgement day can free you of this punishment, as your bodies hang limp from your own limbs
Shattered stones
Lay bare upon this baron dirt
From the earthquake that shook
Heaven down unto the earth
The death of christ
Marks the harrowing of hell
With great cliffs in sight
Down to the darkest well
No mercy for the frauds
No love for the traitors
The devil himself resides
In a tomb of ice
He’s truly earnt