The Pit of Blasphemers

Guarded by the Minotaur
Encircled with the river that's
Filled with boiling blood
Strictly punished are the violent
Suicides - the filthy power
Parasites - the unearthly trouble
Naked lay their sinful bodies
Lashed with flakes of fire

The tyrants, the assassins
the usurers, the warmongers
The violent, the wicked
the heretics, the sodomites
They're tormented, they're tortured
They'll suffer, they'll writhe in pain
While centaurs make sure
no one escapes from
the Pit of Blasphemers

Despised is the human filth
Disgraced are the mortal minds
Ripped is their sense of pride
Eternal death to the desecrators
Hostility - the fatal desire
Insanity - the bringer of fear
All wrong are the wrathful sinners
Condemned to burn in Hell's fire