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There's a place in Hell
A well with iron colour
All with stone it's made
It's known as Malebolge

Right in the middle
Of this evil field 
Is an abyss

la morte
Le erinni ti visiteranno di notte
Sarai morto dentro, ammazzi te stesso
Avrai un posto all'Inferno nelle malebolge
Tu non uccidere mai

above 
Damn and bury us with ashes of their scarred souls below

Down 
Below
Down
Below

II The Malebolge The Fraudulent

Here in the depths of Hell
Is

their identity
Running rabid and cannibalizing
While perjurers shake - constant fevering

And now we've finally reached
The central well within Malebolge

left to go

I scan the circle for a preview of my path
The malebolge teems with festering souls
Demons screech and damned spirits wail
Each eternally

and excrement
Malebolge stands full of sin
Spiral down into the Satan's mouth

Tell me who painted this vile image
Tell me who needs this kind of art
If god

A cross of wyvern and scorpion
With an honest human face
Whom you will ride to reach Malebolge

The evil ditches of the ten tiers
Shaped like

A cross of wyvern and scorpion
With an honest human face
Whom you will ride to reach Malebolge

The evil ditches of the ten tiers
Shaped like

their identity
Running rabid and cannibalizing
While perjurers shake - constant fevering

And now we've finally reached
The central well within Malebolge

turn you to fractions
Popping no 30s I think i would panic
Rob me i'll catch you and send you malebolge
Gun to your head imma give you a mouthful
Killing

stelle noi
In sella al Gerione, Malebolge
Tra i Fraudolenti e i Malebranche
Il Pozzo, i giganti, landa gelata
Abbiamo visto Ugolino ghiacciato

la fine che farete voi la so già 
perciò voglio che la tua squadra sloggia
è la nuova stagione delle piogge
stiamo attraversando le malebolge
il dolore

oneself?
I wish I could tell you I wasn't there
Writhing within our own Malebolge
That which I've lost weighs like an anchor on my back
Going sane in a world

vedi elevarsi ai bordi
Non sono torri ma sono giganti enormi
Apparve fra le chiare forme al centro delle Malebolge
Qui sepolto già da tempo dentro

piove fuoco, fiamme nel diluvio
Oltre i confini, fra le corti della malasorte
Qua il male sorge fra le colpe delle Malebolge
Qua anime in fila, quanti