The Seventh Circle

Pale Divine

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Beyond the sea of faces.
Behind the wall of lies.
In dark forbidden places,
Beneath these blackened skies.

Looking back upon the tortured life I've lead.
I'm growing weary of the path I tread.

Like a serpent coiled,
In the sinners mind.
No refuge for the outcast.
No mercy for his kind.

I have seen the horrors few have lived to tell.
Apocalyptic visions from the depths of hell.