Re‐Crucified

Refused at the gates, banished to the underworld My only crime? A denial of Christ Descending into this fiery pit of thriving chaos Through arcane portals I enter pandemonium Surrounded by corpses of souls and the ashes of angels My igneous guide escorts me through the inferno The burning stench of tainted flesh fills the acrid air As we journey onward through the circles of hell This woeful forest moans as branches break like necks beneath our feet A brood of harpies nesting in these rotted trees Their talons scratch and claw at the spirits of the oak Beyond the wood we travel further onto planes of blood and smoke Inverted crosses litter the horizon Sinners lashed by devil whips and speared in their sides Demonic hammers driving infernal nails into the souls of the re-crucified Vile wings beat these frozen winds Encased in ice Prisoners of the 9th chasm Behold the 3 faces of the inverted trinity I, the abyssal god The beast of black infinity