They praise dishonor and admire sin.
All hail distaste! And losing all control,
The wicked ones rejoice! They gather in
To flash their dresses at the heinous ball.

My heart grows silent, weary and afraid.
The horror and commotion make it feeble.
I must turn back before it gets too late,
The mass consensus justifies all Evil.

To the demonic grumbling and threats,
The tortured soul must repay its debts.
PART III. Hell (4)

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