The City of Dis

The City of Dis,
Hell’s finest capitol
Upon entrance, into the lair
Where existence is in denial,
Where no speck of the light
Of the foulest soul
Is ever to be seen.

Welcome, smutty fuck,
As you are sheathed
Within flaming tombs
While I and all conjurers
Of every cult flow free
To worship the mighty Fallen One.

You little deceived shit
You thought you encountered
The true God to you, but no!
You had to turn to your own way,
Worshiping false idols
Now I hope they burn away the key.

Here you shalt be broken
Here in the City of Dis,
Having confided to the ways
Of fucking hypocrites,
Petition denied and ripped
Suffer and serve for fraud
In the City of Dis.