Текст песни Cantos XIV-XXXI: Unto Malice, Fire and Brimstone - Homerik

Silence them in the name of God! (Hey!)
Heretics, zealots, infidels are all scum! (Scum of the earth!)
Deus vult, arise from the sea of savages
Join me in the eradication of them all!

See what lies in the demon's eyes
Pale, yet black as the darkest night
Sympathy and honor dies
Deceit and hypocrisy will consume all your lives!
Show them the light by death from above
Cover this land of dishonesty
Shadows of war, so solemnly sworn
Deep in their hearts of fallacy!

Silence them in the name of God! (Hey!)
Heretics, zealots, infidels are all scum! (Scum of the earth!)
Here the sands of fire cast from our sins above
Damn and bury us with the ashes of their scarred souls below!
Down!
Below!
Down!
Below!

Here in the depths of Hell
Is the Malebolge
Trek the trenches of
Frauds and deceivers
One, forced to march
And lashed by their demons
Two, drink from the cups
Of untrue flattery

The monster Geryon
Was gliding by
And now was suddenly struck by a finger of flame
The intense heat cracked
Geryon's stone wings
Causing them to buckle
The colossus crashed head-first
Into one of the outer ditches of the circle
"Dante! Are you alright?"
Asks Virgil rising from the wreckage
"My leg! I think it's broken!" Dante squealed
Emitting a guttural roar
The behemoth's eye began to glow blood red
It began to stomp towards the duo
"Run... Dante...! Run!!" Virgil yelled

As you proceed
Into the darkness there
Are those that feed
Off your misery
Foredoomed odyssey
Confound in witches and
Sisters of fate
Who cry a great prophecy

"Double, double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Fair is foul, foul is fair
Hover through the fog and filthy air."
Into demise
Into demise
Into demise
Into demise

Your journey through the
Fire of the Inferno
Will show you why
You deserve this Hell

"I spit in the eyes
Of those who trusted my judgement
I devour their sight and gain power
Their blindness
To truth
Is my advantage."
"This is not a spirit." Virgil declared
"Demon! Let go of that which is not yours!"

Through the boiling pitch and tar
And hypocrites garnishing robes of lead
A burial waits for the massacred
Only to rise and to die again
Burn ablaze for all
Bring upon the nightfall