Blistered by the great inferno The purest tempest of evil Scorched in a sulphurous torrent Of demonry and desolation Weep not for the righteous flesh Scalded by the brimstone hail Mourn not for the angel pure Scalded by the brimstone hail We seek the cursed city Guarded by the angels fallen A bastion of the wicked Where the tombs of heretics burn To stand at the chasm's edge And witness the rains of perdition Here begin all prayers of the damned Here lead all paths to the devil Weep not for the righteous flesh Scalded by the brimstone hail Mourn not for the angel pure Scalded by the brimstone hail Here all paths lead to the devil