Luciferian Landshapes

Welcome to the seventh fiery Circle
Of Violence, Suicide and Sodomy!

In a roaring Stream of Blood
The Centaur's fierce Arrow drill
Through each Head that won't drown

On a glowing Plane of Sand
With barefoot Toes in flaming Rain
And gnarled Woods of hanged Souls
Waring...
In the 9th and deepest Circle of Hell,
A cold frozen Pit.

Betrayers buried in Ice,
Their Tears of Pain
Freeze to Crystal Glasses

Lucifer, the great Giant lies
Buried in Ice,
Tears of Blood roll from
Each of His Three Heads.

In a Sea of boiling Pitch
By poisoned Snakes befallen
Chased in gilded leaden Cowls

Lascia dir le genti;
Sta come torre ferma che non crolla
Giammai la cima per soffiar de' venti
Se quella con ch'io parlo non si secca...

Ein Faß, dem Dauben und Querholz fehlen,
ist nicht so löchrig wie der Sünder war,
bei dem's vom Kinn bis an den After klaffte.
Zwischen den Beinen hing ihm das Gedärm.
Herz, Leber Lunge sah man und den Sack,
der Kot aus allem macht, was wir verschlucken.

Der Tod aus allem macht, was wir
verschlucken!