笨小笨Cantos XIV-XXXI: Unto Malice， Fire and Brimstone (Explicit)歌词由Homerik演唱，出自专辑《The Circle of Dead Children (Explicit)》，下面是《Cantos XIV-XXXI: Unto Malice， Fire and Brimstone (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Cantos XIV-XXXI: Unto Malice， Fire and Brimstone (Explicit)歌词完整版
Silence them
In the name of God
Hey
Heretics, zealots
Infidels are all scum
Scum of the earth
Deus vult, arise
From the sea of savages
Join me in the eradication of them all!
See what lies in the demon's eyes
Pale, yet black as the darkest night
Sympathy and honor dies
Deceit and hypocrisy
Will consume all your lives
Show them the light
By death from above
Cover this land of dishonesty
Shadows of war so solemnly sworn
Deep in their hearts of fallacy
Silence them in the name of God
Hey
Heretics, zealots
Infidels are all scum
Scum of the earth
Here the sands of fire cast
From our sins above
Damn and bury us with ashes
Of their scarred souls below
Down
Below
Down
Below
Here in the depths of Hell
Is the Malebolge
Trek the trenches of
Frauds and deceivers
One, forced to march
And lashed by their demons
Two, drink from the cups
Of untrue flattery
The monster Geryon
Was gliding by
And now was suddenly
Struck by a finger of flame
The intense heat cracked
Geryon's stone wings
Causing them to buckle
The colossus crashed head-first
Into one of the outer
Ditches of the circle
Dante! Are you alright?
Asks Virgil rising
From the wreckage
My leg! I think it's broken!
Dante squealed
Emitting a guttural roar
The behemoth's eye began
To glow blood red
It began to stomp towards the duo
Run, Dante run!
Virgil yelled
As you proceed
Into the darkness there
Are those that feed
Off your misery
Foredoomed odyssey
Confound in witches and
Sisters of fate
Who cry a great prophecy
Double, double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Fair is foul, foul is fair
Hover through the fog and filthy air
Into demise
Il tuo viaggio attraverso il
Fuoco dell'Inferno
Ti mostrerò perché ti
Meriti questo Inferno
I spit in the eyes
Of those who trusted my judgement
I devour their sight and gain power
Their blindness
To truth
Is my advantage
This is not a spirit
Virgil declared
Demon! Let go
Of that which is not yours
Through the boiling pitch and tar
And hypocrites garnishing
Robes of lead
A burial waits for the massacred
Only to rise and to die again
Burn ablaze for all
Bring upon the nightfall
