We had passed the plain of tombs
Though not another shade had risen to speak
In that roaring quiet place where darkness looms
And came to the edge of a jagged peak
That collapsed into the deep valley of the next hell
I started forward but was pressed back by a sulfurous reek
That rose up an unholy smell
for certain and T.S. drew his cloak across his face
And said “if we linger a short time it would be well
Until we grow accustomed to the stench of this place
And as we linger listen to a sketch of what’s ahead
3 circles we have yet to pace
Malice is the theme that’s read
in the pages of the journey we take
through this folio of the dead
First those who chose to break
the covenant that human blood should not spill
Another's or their own, all who choose the bloody thirst to slake
And then those who chose not only to kill
But to take arms against the common good
And strive against the higher will
More mockers will you find there than even you would
think could be possible at all
More two time losers who blundered to death through the dark wood
And down from there in the final hall
before the darkest inmost lair
There pinned to the fiery wall
The treacherous are pinioned there
All those who violated countrymen or kin
They breathe the inmost foulest air
And from there we’ll proceed to the infamous sanctum within
and complete this odyssey we have begun
But many moments we’ll linger yet in the outer din
I said “man I think I have some serious issue with the pay this place is run”
He said “did I forget to mention you’re in hell son?”
This song is part of a series loosely based on Dante's Inferno. You can read an essay about this series here. You can read a more general explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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