Don't Feed The Heathens - Knights of the Abyss

To the third circle of the underworld where the rains still fall

Diseased and carrying filth a stench fills the air as vile

As the sins that crawl within this evil realm’s walls

Excrement falls to fuel the mud filled land in this level of hell

Careful for this realm holds deplorable beings for which you do not wish to be

stuck

Cerberus lurks his head holding count of his home

The heads of this beast leave trespassers frozen in stone

Past this mythical canine the bridge to the circle of gluttons is here

The shadowy figure lie on the ground with similar sinners held near

The rains do pound on their heads as the mud begins to rise

In still motion covered in filth for eternity they must lie

Gluttony overcomes them and for their sins they will pay

Until final judgements from the heavenly gates they will stay

Past this mythical canine the bridge to the circle of gluttons is here

The shadowy figure lie on the ground with similar sinners held near

Only concerned with pleasure their earthly existence a waste

Their portly bodies guiding their hunger with haste

Priorities left undone for their lack of ambition we hate

Their indolent ways and deplorable acts unknowingly sealing their fate

Guarded at it’s gates the third level is uninhabitable

Putrid and foul the lives of it’s sinners berated with rain and hail