Three Throats
Pervy Perkin Lyrics

I hear
I can perceive the cries of despair

New sufferings
I am aware of fresh forms of anguish

New sufferers surrounding me on every side, wherever
Victims of pain are encircling me from all directions

I move or set my eyes
Regardless of where I go or what I gaze upon

I'm in the third
I find myself trapped in the third layer of suffering

CIRCLE
This ring of torment and despair

This hail
This barrage of suffering

Clogs the air with
Sullies the atmosphere

Putrid filth, heavy raining
Disgusting waste continually pouring down

Its measure and its kind are never changing, never fainting, SHIT SHIT!
The nature and intensity of this torment remain constant and relentless, utterly wretched!

Over the souls of those beneath
Above the spirits trapped in despair

Is a rampaging, vicious beast
There lurks a savage creature of destruction

Three throats are barking
It emits fierce growls from its three mouths

CERBERUS
The monstrous guardian of the underworld

You, who are conducted through this hell
To those who are navigated through this realm of torment

I say to you please recall me
I urge you to remember my existence

For you before I was unmade, were made
Before I was reduced to this state, you once had life

This anguish that chokes you, robs you from memory
The pain suffocates your identity and erases your past

I sadly can't tell who you are
I regret that I cannot recognize you

Please tell me, what is your wrong?
Kindly reveal your transgressions and suffering

Ciacco
I identify myself with a name, a lost identity

Was my name
This was the name I once possessed

Florence like you, born and raised
I hail from the same city as you, a place of memories

Trapped here
Imprisoned in this realm of despair

In this rain
Subjected to this incessant downpour of despair

Gluttonous, poisonous, omnivorous
Devouring all hope and life, toxic in nature

But this wretched soul is not alone
Yet, I find that I am not the only one in this plight

For all of these did the same thing wrong
All of us share the same sins and guilt

Our sin became this mud
Our transgressions have culminated in this mire of degradation

And I will speak no more
I choose to remain silent henceforth

No
I firmly refuse further discussion

Remember that when he quits talking
Bear in mind that silence means eternal suffering

He'll sink and he will never rise
He will descend into depths from which there is no return

Not until the blast of the one trumpet of the angels
Only to be resurrected when an angelic trumpet sounds

Upon the coming of the hostile Judge
At the arrival of a fierce and exacting reckoning

Ciacco
Again, I reaffirm my identity in this realm

Your suffering weighs deep on me
Your torment profoundly affects my own spirit

So that I am forced to weep
This sorrow compels me to shed tears

Please tell me what end awaits
I implore you to reveal the future that lies ahead

To our city
Regarding the fate of our beloved homeland

After long
Following an extended period of contention

Controversy
Division and strife

They'll come to blood
Conflict will erupt into violence

And they will bleed
The consequences will result in great suffering

But then, within three suns, they too must fall
Yet, in the span of a few days, the powerful will also meet their demise

For men are men
Human nature remains unchanged

Our nation's war
The conflicts among us reflect our innate struggles

Goes through their veins
The animosities run deep within us

And from the land, goes through their core
The very essence of our land influences our behavior

And some are just, but also ignored
Some individuals are righteous, yet remain unnoticed

Here of the future, I'll speak no more
I will not delve further into predictions about what lies ahead

Words are those last to hear by the one who came
Silence shall be the final sound to quell the one who arrives

All the shades bathing here will suffer the same
Every spirit in this place will endure similar fates

Each one shall once again see his tomb once more
Every soul will be confronted by death again

And once again take on flesh also take on form
They will be reborn into material existence once again

They will hear what resounds then eternally
They will be subjected to everlasting echoes of their actions

And after that, judgment day, their torments will grow
On the day of reckoning, their suffering will intensify

And from the sky, will purify when the trumpets blow
A celestial cleansing will occur when the trumpets sound