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There is a place of darkened souls, a collection of spite and hate

A plot for traitors incessant grief, and endless rancorous state

A world of wretched witcked groef, torment, guilt, and pain

The remoseless, resting, rotting place, for those who bear the stain

And they that thrive on tainted means, feast on the flesh they flay

Must realize if they're to hunt - they themselves be prey

Delve into this twisted realm, and you will come to see

A world of retribution, woe, vengeance and misery

And I will exact a pound of flesh, for all that you have gained

Treachery and avarice all shall be repaid

It will come to be over a thousand times

Unending misery, atonement will be thine

Forgotten spirits cry out in pain as fire licks their souls

Torturied cries fill the air of this infernal hole

Once proud culprits snivel and beg as retributions paid

The souls the fodder for hells hounds their blood shall all be drained

To quench the thirst of satanic ghouls gathered for the feast

The damned shall be made to suffer for the pleasure of the beast

Be it known for all so bold to dare incite my rage

You shall fall to deepest hell there judgement await

Think not that you will take from me and not exact a toll

I will delight in the hiss of your burning soul

And at the hour of demise, as essence departs

Know the burning hatred of my blackened withered heart

A hate so black and dark and spurred by hells eternal flame

The torture of a thousand deaths and I hold you to blame

And soon enough you will fall unto the dismal lord

And suffer by the hands of surely wicked hordes

Fall to Hell, your essence will descend

It will come to be, damnation will be thine