War From A Harlots Mouth - Inferno III/VI lyrics

[III:] Through me you pa** into the city of woe Through me you pa** into eternal pain All hope abandon, ye who enter here Accents of anger, voices hoarse Made up a tumult that forever whirls From his bounds heaven drove them forth Hell receives them No hope may entertain The tribe of those ill spirits both To god displeasing and to his foes Mercy and justice scorn them both God and their parents they blasphemed Drawn to the cursed strand That every man must pa** Who fears not god Charon, demoniac form With eyes of burning coal Collects them all [IV:] Now let us to the blind world there beneath And entering the first circle that surrounds the abyss No plaint was heard, except of sighs Not caused by tortures, but from grief For these defects and for no other evil We are lost, desiring without hope And to a part I come where no light shines