I am on the way into the city of woe I am on the way to the forsaken people I am going down into a pit so low I am on the way into eternal sorrow The cry ceased and the echo passed hearing I saw three mighty presences appearing With neither joy or sorrow in their bearing No sign of compassion or caring I stand on the foyer of hell In this nightmare I will dwell No direct ascent past the beasts To pass this you must descend through Hell These wretches were never dead They ran through swarms of hornets naked That gauged them the more they fled Sweet blood soaked them red It made their faces stream with bloody gouts Pus and gore that dribbled to their feet If they fell they were to be swallowed By loathsome worms and filthy maggots I stand on the foyer of hell In this nightmare I will dwell No direct ascent past the beasts To pass this you must descend through Hell Descending all through Purgatory and then, You will be free to dwell No direct ascent past the beasts To pass this you must descend through Hell Descending all through Purgatory, crossing the fire To pass this you must descend through Hell