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Tormented by vermin, always in motion

Jammed in souls, waiting for Charon

Darkness - sigh clouded silence

On the other side of Acheron

The first circle of Hell

Racked with eternal longing

The crying of unbaptized children

Permeates the silence

Sower of discord

Chopped by the devils sword

Resurrected but still dead

Dismembered and fed

Hunted around - to the verge of fainting

Whipped by the raging storms of Hell

Forced to endure the whistling noise

Darkness - sigh clouded silence

On the edge of the third circle

Passing the sleety rain

Castigator of the greedy

Lying on the ground

Maltreated by the hell hound

Heaving loads

With the power of the shoulder

They rampage

Rodigals and the misers

Darkness - sigh clouded silence

On the way to the own misery

Into the waters of Styx

Choleric fight ceaselessly

While the ignorant and phlegmatic

Remain submerged forever