Beloved, hell's ceiling is all fire
Where dead souls form a choir
A necropolis where the rhymes
Mourn the golden ancient times
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He, an evildoer cast away from heaven
Wishing for the mind's everlasting torment
For Revelation, for the vials in seven
Shall forevermore embrace the dark as ment
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Erebus
Beloved, hell's ceiling is all fire
Where dead souls form a choir
A necropolis where the rhymes
Mourn the golden ancient times
A swain walks the unwordly lands
He withdraws with swarthy hands
The sour bread and all the sweet
The opalescent lips will ever meet