Infernal Spectre
The uprising of the Eternal Flame,
From the depths of unknown boundaries,
Engulfing the souls of the Damned,
Amidst the Whispers of Pain and Agony.
The shrieks being heard from the Heavens,
As they gaze upon the red molten lava,
From the flesh of the past-judged,
The nemesis of the scene- Dante's Inferno.
Through the scorching valley of draughts,
Flows Phlegethon- The river of Fire,
Abolishing the beauty of the fields of nourishment,
And restoring with the Fruits made of molten iron.
The souls of the Damned in Hell,
Bathe in the waters of Lethe- the river of pain,
Nourished is their body and minds with pain,
Abolished from their bodies is joy and happiness.
Within this Hell reigns the Lord of the Abyss- Satan,
Upon his mighty throne with the Trident of Autocracy,
Welcoming the Damned by Death and Sin (his sons),
And by purifying them to remain in this place of Misery.