Canto 8b (City Of Dis)

Canto 8b (City Of Dis) lyrics

Year2010
Duration89:15
Original languageEnglish
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Original lyrics

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Strolling up to the capitol of Hell The towers themselves are not as dark as the one's who've rebelled Demon-angels are the guards of the gate And the City of Dis doesn't welcome the poet Dante And then angel comes by With a thrust of his hand They descend With the gates open wide