The Lowest Circle of Hell (Ft. CJ McMahon)
from The Hateful One by Gravemind
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It's not like anything I've ever seen before, so many screams, it's all I can hear. The river merges with the bodies on the shore, flowing as one, I can barely tell them apart.
Virgil, one for Dante, one for all who challenge the gods directs me to the ferryman. 'You will know pain no mortal soul has known, King Minos need not condemn you my son, it is known. The lowest circle of hell awaits. He. Awaits.'
A parody, a divine irony as it were for my sins against God, condemned me to this pit. I am scared, I am truly terrified.
II
King Minos takes me by my mortal form, he subjects me to a special torment. Every circle shall taste my flesh before it reaches the lowest.
My eyes are plucked from my burning face by the fat, the infinitely hungry.
The gluttons, morbidly obese creatures who feast on each other turn their blunt teeth to me. I am eaten. Regenerated. And eaten again.
As I pass through the very bowels of the circle of gluttony I descent to the greedy, unsatisfied craving for the worthless, never ending pockets in our skin that we fill with gold. Forever drowning in the sparkling filth.
III
My skin, now gold, shines upon a lower level. I can smell it. Lust. I am passed around as I am, an object of those ruled by their desires, never satisfied in the washed intimacy.
IV
Hatred leaves a definitive taste in my mouth, as I spend years fighting myself, the ones who’ve committed suicide and the angry I am hastily taken from this circle and onto the next. There’s fear in the eyes of these demons as they watch me dissolve the souls of ghouls. A question nearly forms in my mind before I am thrown deeper.
V
The circles of Fraud and Heresy bare a lot of familiar faces, many here from the old world I see. I am granted a moment to sew their mouths shut before I am taken to before an icy chasm.
VI
All ghouls and demons depart as angels guide my soul, betrayers of god belong here with him, my true God. It’s cold, inviting, have I found where I belong?
The wings of Lucifer blow an icy air over me and I am frozen still, his claws lacerate my frozen flesh, his teeth penetrate my skull. Infinite white noise injects into my mind, there’s no remedy for this pain. My weak soul shall surely succumb to this ultimate torture.
The only thing more painful than the noise, the irony, and the only thing I still feel is hatred. Pure hatred.
It's not like anything I've ever seen before, so many screams, it's all I can hear. The river merges with the bodies on the shore, flowing as one, I can barely tell them apart.
Virgil, one for Dante, one for all who challenge the gods directs me to the ferryman. 'You will know pain no mortal soul has known, King Minos need not condemn you my son, it is known. The lowest circle of hell awaits. He. Awaits.'
A parody, a divine irony as it were for my sins against God, condemned me to this pit. I am scared, I am truly terrified.
II
King Minos takes me by my mortal form, he subjects me to a special torment. Every circle shall taste my flesh before it reaches the lowest.
My eyes are plucked from my burning face by the fat, the infinitely hungry.
The gluttons, morbidly obese creatures who feast on each other turn their blunt teeth to me. I am eaten. Regenerated. And eaten again.
As I pass through the very bowels of the circle of gluttony I descent to the greedy, unsatisfied craving for the worthless, never ending pockets in our skin that we fill with gold. Forever drowning in the sparkling filth.
III
My skin, now gold, shines upon a lower level. I can smell it. Lust. I am passed around as I am, an object of those ruled by their desires, never satisfied in the washed intimacy.
IV
Hatred leaves a definitive taste in my mouth, as I spend years fighting myself, the ones who’ve committed suicide and the angry I am hastily taken from this circle and onto the next. There’s fear in the eyes of these demons as they watch me dissolve the souls of ghouls. A question nearly forms in my mind before I am thrown deeper.
V
The circles of Fraud and Heresy bare a lot of familiar faces, many here from the old world I see. I am granted a moment to sew their mouths shut before I am taken to before an icy chasm.
VI
All ghouls and demons depart as angels guide my soul, betrayers of god belong here with him, my true God. It’s cold, inviting, have I found where I belong?
The wings of Lucifer blow an icy air over me and I am frozen still, his claws lacerate my frozen flesh, his teeth penetrate my skull. Infinite white noise injects into my mind, there’s no remedy for this pain. My weak soul shall surely succumb to this ultimate torture.
The only thing more painful than the noise, the irony, and the only thing I still feel is hatred. Pure hatred.
lyrics
I’m not alive. Descent from the sky.
Twisting my neck and tearing at the flesh reveals my immortal confine.
Two eyes are the ferryman’s price, for where we go, we don’t need sight.
Condemned to hell, my soul before the King Minos. His only words, ‘did you think that you would simply rot?’.
The hammer fell, judgment for my transgressions. He wouldn’t hear my cries, please let me die. Word of my mortal disease lead me to the mistress of lust.
Seeping from the leviathans pores, my greed brought me no salvation.
Never ending pockets in my skin that I fill with gold, losing sight of everything can no longer be absolved. Isolation, deprecation, punishment for every nation. Suffering, pure elation, everything you know is gone. Forever drowning in the sparkling filth.
Hatred serves me only too well,
Anger, condemned to Hell.
Welcome to the gates of Dis,
retribution lies within the city of the heretics.
They cast me down, they cast me down the River Stix.
Violent upheaval, forever burning. My only refuge constant with the scent of death.
I am nothing but a seething mass of violence. Carve me for my ignorance, but let me burn the false prophets.
It’s cold, inviting, have I found where I belong?
‘Welcome you serpent, to the lowest circle of hell. You will with that you’d never been born, a fitting cage for the lowest form. I am your true God’
Cut me down my father, for I have sinned. Words of the adversary speak truth to the plague within.
‘You will suffer and rot for what you are, in the lowest circle of hell’
Suffer. Suffer. In the lowest circle of hell.
Twisting my neck and tearing at the flesh reveals my immortal confine.
Two eyes are the ferryman’s price, for where we go, we don’t need sight.
Condemned to hell, my soul before the King Minos. His only words, ‘did you think that you would simply rot?’.
The hammer fell, judgment for my transgressions. He wouldn’t hear my cries, please let me die. Word of my mortal disease lead me to the mistress of lust.
Seeping from the leviathans pores, my greed brought me no salvation.
Never ending pockets in my skin that I fill with gold, losing sight of everything can no longer be absolved. Isolation, deprecation, punishment for every nation. Suffering, pure elation, everything you know is gone. Forever drowning in the sparkling filth.
Hatred serves me only too well,
Anger, condemned to Hell.
Welcome to the gates of Dis,
retribution lies within the city of the heretics.
They cast me down, they cast me down the River Stix.
Violent upheaval, forever burning. My only refuge constant with the scent of death.
I am nothing but a seething mass of violence. Carve me for my ignorance, but let me burn the false prophets.
It’s cold, inviting, have I found where I belong?
‘Welcome you serpent, to the lowest circle of hell. You will with that you’d never been born, a fitting cage for the lowest form. I am your true God’
Cut me down my father, for I have sinned. Words of the adversary speak truth to the plague within.
‘You will suffer and rot for what you are, in the lowest circle of hell’
Suffer. Suffer. In the lowest circle of hell.
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from The Hateful One,
released December 26, 2015
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