La Antesala del Infierno

Edgar, Allan Poe
Enter, Welcome to the Underworld
If you advance further, refrain
You will lose all hope there
Edgar, Allan Poe
Your steps go to the city of weeping
Virgil wise eloquent master, your guide
Will accompany you on your journey
Enter, Welcome to the Underworld

Virgil: I will take you to an eternal place of pain
You will hear howls of despair
Condemned souls crying out to die again, a second death
Suffering spirits, tormented prey, cry for forgiveness
Poor devils seek redemption
Edgar Allan Poe, I will guide you to the hells
You have nothing to fear, I will care for your broken soul
Edgar Allan Poe, I will show you cursed races
You have nothing to fear, stand up and open its gates
The Acheron, we must cross through it

The old ferryman, that demon will take us...

Charon: I who crossed the Styx in antiquity
Carried so many heroes to meet Hades
I can take you to the shore of evil
Dirty perversity and the stench in the air
But you must know he should not cross
For he still belongs to the world of the living

And I will not be the one to take him there
The underworld will not receive fugitives

Virgil: Silence Charon, obey my voice
The decision is not yours
Travel under my cloak, do not ask
For it has been arranged, so let us depart now
Where no one else would want to go
Terrible judge you see before you, he is the one to decide
Where your soul will dwell for the rest of eternity
His teeth grind and listen to what you must tell
His tail wraps around
As many turns as the circle to which the sinner will go

Minos, punisher, your balance has always been just
Step aside, let us pass, obey our will
To descend into hell

Minos: Go where the sun sets
You will travel even without my approval
But know that on the other side of these gates
There is only damnation

Anguish, condemnation, and pain
I am the great knower of the sins
That lie within
I am only a mere servant

Virgil and Minos: Edgar Allan Poe
I will guide you (he will guide you)
To the hells
You have nothing to fear
I will care for (he will care for)
Your broken soul
Edgar, Allan Poe, we will see devastated creatures
You have nothing to fear, follow me, I am your master
Hell, before you stands a man
Tormented in life
Show your power, the pain of souls
That burn forever
Howling, tearing apart
Calming their forgiveness.