Inferno: Canto XV
Weeping and in their semblance tired and vanquished.
Travels New toils and sufferings as I beheld?
Then came we to the confine, where disparted
Down at the bottom were the sinners naked;
Prophesies My Master said: "Our answer will we make
With Through Grave!
With Through Grave!
With Through Grave!
With Through Grave! SATANUS! SATANUS !
Your Cerberus, if you remember well,
Whether 'twere will, or destiny, or chance,
Crushes Was weeping from its bloody lacerations.
Rend! Rend! Immolate! !!!
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