The Ninth Circle

The Ninth Circle
Through those corridors of suffering
you and your fate will be found
amidst all your heroes that there lay to rest
in the bottom of the dirt.
Here we adore
we adore the liars we enthroned in fuc*** shame
There’s no turning back once the hands of the damned drag you here

The silence becomes the only melody, clamors, cries surrounded by torment and terror
and terror
The price for your existence
Cheers for the vindictive and hateful
Life through those rivers of cleansing fire you’ll find that all your hopes and every expectation shall be so beautifully consumed
so worship your highness
drowned on infernal flames
delight in the chorus of the lamentations
The repent is worthless, the repent is worthless
It’s not easy to assume the worse
you’ll never find relief
isn’t it funny yet how the truth set us free?
Wrapped in divine justice.
the senses are sharpened here to remind every fuc*** sin
the senses are sharpened here to remind every fuc*** sin
The traitors at the eyes of the creator burn.