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Magic sybols burned in bronze

The ancient fire of the devils

Brass hinges decorated with gold

Fussed with a lithium rock

Serpentine latches finally lock

The way without return

Nine gates by nine rings

Closed and hollow

Nasty spells protect the abyss

Charon has a key-word

Steely scroop of opening gate

The echo penetrates the deep space

Come, do not afraid, I hear the voice

Come, kneel by my throne

The sing of fallen seraphs

Takes high the psalms of penance

A boat, which remembers the first track

On the bank of river of foamed lava

Bloody rain creeps the face

Sour stench penetrates the body

Come, do not afraid, I hear the voice

Come, kneel by my throne

The sing of fallen seraphs

Takes high the psalms of penance