Be gone screamers of slience bringers of pain, cloaked in darkness you mock my actions of pain.
My soul is torn, I curse you, God of Hell, as you pierced my tortured soul, what horrors I felt.
You spoke of quite solitude, to tempt me to your lair.
Then enclosed me in my troubled heart and into depths of dark despair.
Now I beg you rise up, Protect me from Tisiphone, from hell’s eternal fire.
With all my voice I scream to you, Protect me from the Night.
Yet you leave me, banished, I heed the demon’s call.
Calling me by silent screams to enter Dante’s Hall.
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