Introduction
On the ruins of ancient cities
grow flowers without color.
Sad tree branches to the sky
corroded by time ..
Selva Oscura
Instrumental
Gates of Hell
Abandon all hope ye who enter here, damned souls,
to hot and cold will suffer!
Charon Charon the demon, eyes of fire in the dark.
"... and do not ever hope to revise the sky,
dark souls will burn in eternal fire!"
demon Charon
drug dealer
Now that curse out of anger and pain
You, drug dealer, you cry. You are condemned to darkness
toughest
And you said, you will not have illusions.
eyes off of you looking into the void standard,
human larvae of a world devoid of all reality.
How many times have suffered for your greed,
but not with the money you now pay.
Earthquake
Instrumental
Limbo
Instrumental
Lustful
"We are damned together, we suffer these pains
and not go back ever.
we were lovers
in life of vice and pleasure
and never go back. "
You are damned together,
suffer this pain and do not ever go back.
patent and reversed
forbidden love you will not ever go back!
Avari
"I never prayed I
money was my God
and it is here that I must pay."
How many times have you enjoyed seeing
people fall, you were blind, you have to pay.
Violent
Red blood flows through the paths where life is fragile.
blazing sun of an August day
fell through when her life.
fell hit two
off shotgun because I had betrayed him.
With the stone in his mouth he was found in that field
orange.
After two days the whole village
followed the recent funeral.
Slow
a crowd walking along an altar of death.
cries a woman who remained single
to struggle in silence.
Black is the veil that covers the face
two tears of pain.
Malebolge
Great seas of cries lost in the dark shadows of
of endless night where you lose the deception.
white face, eyes absent
eyes marked by hatred.
Malebolge, Malebolge,
black prison of tears
exploiters
With the hands of master
have exploited my people.
You cut their grain with the sickle of the law.
You left to feed the world
women, young creatures,
old to death inside the heart,
men now burnt by the sun. With the hands of master
have exploited my people.
But in a pool of sweat slowly sinking
hours.
Racists
have despised a man to make it your slave. On
cotton fields
curve is more his back. Work
man nigga!
Suda! Cry! Die!
masked men, cult of the damned
fixtures these crosses
now you burn!
Fossa Dei Giganti
Instrumental
Lucifer (politicians)
Immersed in this sea,
gelerete you forever,
"Mr. President" with your policy
have woven all deceit and betrayal
the ideal man.
On the throne of death
monstrous emperor
those damn
a brake venting your anger. And I
freezes the blood
thinking of our Hell.
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