Malevolent Sanction

Terra tribus annulos,
 Primus, the river, a nile of coagulated encrusted shores
 Blisters boil from flesh to blood
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 Beyond sight stretched the streams of gore
 Hideous spawn, nessus the damned, deemed to guide
 Head of an ox and body of man
 Punishment for the most heinous of crimes
 Reveal the path upon which we shall bride
 Through the forest of mors voluntaria
 To live like gods with a tyrannous reign
 To walk the earth enraged whilst delivering pain
 Murder finds justice in the fire of the brook
 Smolder in the blood of every life that you took
 Murderous executions, decimators of life
 Perpetually captive to blood spilling innocents with spite
 Sodomized in the Phlegathon's malevolent sanction
 Forever the lungs of the butcher internally filled with flame
 For great is the pain
 Searing of flesh with the smoldering breath
 And the scorching of futile remains
 Apotheosize their extinction, glorifying their eternal death
 Secundum circulum, blackened and withering husks
 Protruding toxic thistles seeping of obsidian sap
 As hisses turn to wails, destruction and suicide entails
 Soak in their sinful death
 Pass the final judgement they will remain
 No carnal resurrection here
 Their festering corpses on limbs of thorn will hang
 Damnation beyond eternity they fear
 Roots sprout misfortune, nourish affliction, stretch thy skin
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 Disfiguration at the crust thickets grow within
 Growing ever stronger, self-hatred shall bloom
 Vines of self-loathing and bitterness resume
 In the heart a heretic regret gives birth to cries
 Cynics of the holiest temples scorched on the sand supine
 Viscous flow the fires smelting sluggish in the sky
 Like branches choked by honey as it's seeping from the hive
 Consuming the flesh all but skeletons are left
 Regeneration of their bodies will fill the belly of
 Carnivorous embers
 Sodomites sink in this barren earth
 Flakes of ash in a gust like a blizzard
 Suffocate the lungs of the usurer
 Storms of fire rage in oblivion
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 Decem regna malum, ten realms of the Malebolge we face
 Beware less thee be devoured
 Vivid is the scythe brought by death to this place
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 To live like gods with a tyrannous reign
 To walk the earth enraged whilst delivering pain
 The bell tolls immensely in the fire by the brook
 Through the gates he must wander again