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sold soul – damned كلمات اغاني

[introduction]

we descend into this perdition of the tainted
witness the souls all lined in their rows of anguish
the nine circles hold captive all those who’ve sealed their fates

crawling within these chambers of punishment
the souls of the d-mned; of those who have sinned, all writhe in pain

[circle one: limbo]
(andrew patterson of and h-ll followed with)

gloom
wither in this bleak abyss

walk amongst men whose souls are not d-mned, but empty
hollow mortals. they’re locked in this purgatory
forced to endure unending despair and darkness
it consumes their mind. they long for their death, but have it

lost in this sea of grey, bereft of happiness
bodies left to decay, in this oblivion
wandering aimlessly, yet thou won’t find thine way
weary minds know that there is no rest for the dead

[circle two: l-st]
(william ramos of monument of a memory)

battered by the violent winds of l-st
personify the lamb, for the wake of light ignites the carnal malefactors as they walk this land
everlasting blight amongst the sinful m-ss

punishment for those who crave the flesh of man
repentance, no option for the d-mned
lechery, the force that binds you to your sins
misery, encomp-ss them as they drift away

a bond broken by their unending desire to defile every mound of human flesh

predatory carnality
straying far from divinity
predatory carnality
reprobation of thine flesh greed

hearken this everlasting storm, a never-ending war, upon the defilers of flesh and blood. (x2)

flesh and blood
the desires of man, forged from their primal ties
flesh and blood
thus absolved from their sins, cursed rains fall upon their backs
flesh and blood
they are void of pleasure, the curse of their l-st is flushed forth from the earth

[circle three: gluttony]
(kyler cheek of the stygian complex)

churn in the putrid slush
the isles of gluttony serve as the evidence, of mankind’s ungodly filth and their indulgence
all forced to forever drown in this pestilence

pelted by icy rains
serving the mighty worm
“three-headed beast of h-ll, maim these mortals!”

ravenously shredding gluttons, thrashing in the freezing mire
haunted by their self-indulgence
forcefully, they serve the worm

putrefaction, it enc-mbers
insurmountable pain and torment
groveling in grit and grime for their voracious appet-tes

ceaseless gluttony
no room on earth for you
ceaseless gluttony

[circle four: greed]

avaricious souls tainted by their greed
endless pursuits of wealth and material gain
divided between h–rders of their possessions, and those who empty their pockets as they lavishly spend

[circle five: anger]
(matt watkins of vicar amelia)

wrathful creatures dwell within the boiling rivers of h-ll
they, consumed by hatred and rage have found their resting place

viciously combating the current, those who lived their hate
these angered souls are forced to drown in the waters, gurgling stygian marsh
just as their hatred choked, the waters of styx floods into their throats
withdrawn into a black sulkiness where they shall find no hope

wrath

rend and snarl
spiteful souls thrash and claw each other whole
corrupted by their rage, thine hearts beat as black as coal

misery unending
savage tendencies grab hold of their hearts, of their minds
their eyes glossed as they turn cold

the last circle of incontinence holds these self-frustrated profligates
outward, their pain and their torment inflicted on each other as they give in to-
their animalistic urges. so blood red, so furious and evil
the earth would’ve quaked at their fury if they weren’t dragged into the inferno

[transition into the lower circles]

into the city of dis
surrounded by the primordial waves, holding the lower circles of h-ll
your eyes meet those of furies guarding these bowels

descend into these lower circles so you may see the most daunting of the sins
the true root of evil witnessed here shall taint even the purest of men

[circle six: heresy]
(ben mesler of angry reacts only)

foolishness, blasphemy
a fiery tomb awaits those who don’t believe
burning in cinder and ash are the souls of heretics

turned their backs on their spirits, so they’re trapped inside these walls
these flames burning their truth, cleansing the unfaithful

their charred remains mean nothing. (mean nothing to me)

bow to your god, bow to your wretched creator

bow

[circle seven: violence]

past the taurus
ruins shroud the three rings, brought forth by the demise of christ
the three houses of violence enduring the harrowing of this h-ll

house one: violence against thy neighbor
tyrants, war-makers, and murderers
immersed in phlegethon, the river of boiling blood and fire

they wallowed in blood during their life, now do so eternally inside of h-ll
forced under the boiling brim by serpents at the call of chiron and pholus

(house two: violence against thyself.)
in the wood of suicides, dead souls are transformed into gnarled trees and fed upon by the harpies
thralls, they wrought self-inflicted pain

house three: violence against nature
a plain of burning sand scorched by great flakes of flame. so thus, these squanderers are torched by the embers of divine justice

[circle eight: fraud]

upon the back of geryon
we descend into malebolge; the arena of fraud

they will burn so deep in the chasm of this light

panderers and seducers are whipped by h-rned demons
they exploited the p-ssions of others and at core, are scourged

flatterers fight covered in excrement, as the soles of simoniacs feet burn with brimstone

the souls of sorcerers, fortune tellers, false prophets unite with their heads twisted and contorted by demonic plague

corrupt politicians immersed in boiling tar
hypocrites forced to walk with the weight of leaden robes
thieves writhe in a pit of reptilian creatures, biting and clawing
sowers of discord flayed by beasts
falsifiers afflicted by disease

yet, we descend into treachery

[circle nine: treachery]
(greg gilbert of shrine of malice)

chained from my waist
fate emerges, blanketing me in the depths

in judecca, waiting for death at the bottom of this tomb

you betray me, b-st-rd cowards
dying creatures
unwilling to learn

- sold soul

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