Paroles de 'Damned' par Sold Soul

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 damned; of those who have sinned, all writhe in pain

Gloom wither in this bleak abyss

Walk amongst men whose souls are not damned
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

Battered by the violent winds of lust
Personify the lamb, for the wake of light ignites the carnal
Malefactors as they walk this land
Everlasting blight amongst the sinful mass

Punishment for those who crave the flesh of man
Repentance, no option for the damned
Lechery, the force that binds you to your sins
Misery, encompass them as they drift away
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
Hearken this everlasting storm, a never-ending war
Upon the defilers of flesh and blood

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 lust is flushed forth from the earth

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 Hell, maim these mortals!

Ravenously shredding gluttons, thrashing in the freezing mire
Haunted by their self-indulgence
Forcefully, they serve the worm putrefaction
It encumbers insurmountable pain and torment
Grovelling in grit and grime for their voracious appetites

Ceaseless gluttony
No room on earth for you
Ceaseless gluttony

Avaricious souls tainted by their greed
Endless pursuits of wealth and material gain
Divided between hoarders of their possessions
And those who empty their pockets as they lavishly spend

Wrathful creatures dwell within the boiling rivers of Hell
They, consumed by hatred and rage have found their resting place

Viciously combating the curren (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

Into the City of Dis
Surrounded by the primordial waves
Holding the lower circles of Hell
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

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!
Bow!

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 Hell

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 Hell
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

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 horned demons
They exploited the passions 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
Yet, we descend into treachery

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, bastard cowards
Dying creatures
Unwilling to learn