Siskel - Lust Lyrics

Become alarmed, something's wrong
You are not where you belong
From beyond the plane you're on
Can hear your family woebegone
They call your name, you can't respond
You realize that you have moved on
Your time on Earth is now foregone
Your soul has been withdrawn

You look around
There's only darkness
As you make your long descent
You thought you'd go to Heaven
Now you've lost all confidence

Could this be the pit of Tartarus
Where the wicked wail in torment
And the damned cry out in mourning
After nine days straight of falling
Like an anvil through the abyss
You hit the ground without warning
Bone snapping like they were twigs
Suddenly the dark shroud around you shifts

Thunder claps and your heart skips
The skies tear open and light up with
Meteor showers hurling past to
Violent landings in the distance

On the horizon, jagged mountains sit
Some volcanic and erupting
Lava flowing over crags, virulent ash
Clouding the air that you breathe in

Nearer by other mortal men
Damned to live out the same sentence
Try to escape their final judgment
By becoming quick flagellants
But it's too late to make penance
Their repentance is in vain
Cannot turn back the hands of fate
There is no saving them from pain

At all four corners of the map
Of this damned place of unrest
There are infernal sentries
Guarding all the borders and exits

And if one listens to Dante
There are nine circles in total
Nine layers of corpses rotting soil
Nine tiers of just desserts to serve you
Unbeknownst to you there is more
That you will soon begin to see
From Limbo then onto Lust
From lust to third is Gluttony
Then Greed and then comes Wrath
And after that, there's Heresy
Lower still there is more Violence
Finally Fraud and Treachery

You feel a pang of sharp regret
There is far more of that to come
You'll go insane from the intense
Recompense of eternal damnation

"You are not a virtuous pagan"
Cries a winged demon from the pit
I have come to arrest your soul
And take you to the second level quick!"

His talons pierce your delicate skin
At the mercy of malevolent whims
You kick and scream as your winged
By a devil down one level, fearing
The terrible peril that you're in

Alter your words
Or I'll sever your cords
With a filthy sword
Said the horrid thing

You're a stupid whore
That's what you pay for
In more ways than one
And he cocked a grin

Sordid orgies writhe in coils
Of diseased limbs covered in boils
Bruised genitals, contorted bodies
Spasming in agony
No orgasms, just death rattles
In animalistic savagery
Horrible portent of the torment
You'll endure for your awful sin