Paroles de Descend
I followed on the deep and wild wayAnd came to a place for descending.
A devil here behind,
Amid this cruel and dismal swarm.
Show us the way to the mountain:
A place where no light shines,
All the cruel valleys,
Dry, sterile thunder,
Those content in the fire,
The sad bank of the Acheron
Dry, sterile thunder,
Those content in the fire,
The sad bank of the Acheron
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