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The clock can be heard from afar
You easily lift your body with bones weakened
by the sins you absorbed,
They sucked your rancid marrow,
Your bones deformed, your blood
slowly drips between your rotten nails,
You cry tears of blood,
It curdles until your lips,
and you spit it out with indifference.
You don't care that the clock is ringing,
You feel like pulling apart your ears
So that you won't be haunted
by the empty screams, of the monsters deformed
by their degenerate lives, pushed to
the realm reddened by the rivers of boiled blood,
by unforeseen deeds and by the playful tails
of the devils that grin at the newcomers,
Waiting for their mutilation, torture, whipping
Everything being a game for them.
But you, you just drag them through the mud stinking
of organs that still function,
Hearts beating without masters,
Lungs that still breathe.
Arriving at the pile of bodies mutilated
by the inferior demons who adore to devour
the putrid souls, full of sins, feelings
of hate, malice, leaving behind a massacre,
sacrifice for Hell, fuel for the heat of the Inferno,
Dragged people, through broken glass and rusted nails,
Peeled skin like an orange peel,
The muscles are contracting like larva during decomposition,
Scratched eyes, the pupils have a dirty colour, reddish
The mouth, a purplish sucker, hit by a foul, moulded nail
Waiting for the judgement to eternal torment, an infinite day in Hell
An unforgettable bathe, through eyeless heads, making faces
at the stench of the souls, then devouring the red meat in brine
of devils' tails and chilled plague, extremely rare,
and invaluable, kept for those richest in sins,
blackened by decay and suffocating smoke of arsons
caused by the desperation to escape this Inferno.
And you drag your aged bones, but with facility
You catch them in the hand that grabs them by the bruised necks
of the cracked, ripped, sewn souls,
You throw them in the infinite abyss, you stab them delicately with the scythe
Then, you continue your sombre march to eternal chaos.

Description
The clock can be heard from afar
You easily lift your body with bones weakened
by the sins you absorbed,
They sucked your rancid marrow,
Your bones deformed, your blood
slowly drips between your rotten nails,
You cry tears of blood,
It curdles until your lips,
and you spit it out with indifference.
You don't care that the clock is ringing,
You feel like pulling apart your ears
So that you won't be haunted
by the empty screams, of the monsters deformed
by their degenerate lives, pushed to
the realm reddened by the rivers of boiled blood,
by unforeseen deeds and by the playful tails
of the devils that grin at the newcomers,
Waiting for their mutilation, torture, whipping
Everything being a game for them.
But you, you just drag them through the mud stinking
of organs that still function,
Hearts beating without masters,
Lungs that still breathe.
Arriving at the pile of bodies mutilated
by the inferior demons who adore to devour
the putrid souls, full of sins, feelings
of hate, malice, leaving behind a massacre,
sacrifice for Hell, fuel for the heat of the Inferno,
Dragged people, through broken glass and rusted nails,
Peeled skin like an orange peel,
The muscles are contracting like larva during decomposition,
Scratched eyes, the pupils have a dirty colour, reddish
The mouth, a purplish sucker, hit by a foul, moulded nail
Waiting for the judgement to eternal torment, an infinite day in Hell
An unforgettable bathe, through eyeless heads, making faces
at the stench of the souls, then devouring the red meat in brine
of devils' tails and chilled plague, extremely rare,
and invaluable, kept for those richest in sins,
blackened by decay and suffocating smoke of arsons
caused by the desperation to escape this Inferno.
And you drag your aged bones, but with facility
You catch them in the hand that grabs them by the bruised necks
of the cracked, ripped, sewn souls,
You throw them in the infinite abyss, you stab them delicately with the scythe
Then, you continue your sombre march to eternal chaos.