Magic sybols burned in bronze The ancient fire of the devils Brass hinges decorated with gold Fussed with a lithium rock Serpentine latches finally lock The way without return Nine gates by nine rings Closed and hollow Nasty spells protect the abyss Charon has a key-word Steely scroop of opening gate The echo penetrates the deep space Come, do not afraid, I hear the voice Come, kneel by my throne The sing of fallen seraphs Takes high the psalms of penance A boat, which remembers the first track On the bank of river of foamed lava Bloody rain creeps the face Sour stench penetrates the body Come, do not afraid, I hear the voice Come, kneel by my throne The sing of fallen seraphs Takes high the psalms of penance