I hear
New sufferings
New sufferers surrounding me on every side, wherever
I move or set my eyes
I'm in the third
CIRCLE
This hail
Clogs the air with
Putrid filth, heavy raining
Its measure and its kind are never changing, never fainting, SHIT SHIT!
Over the souls of those beneath
Is a rampaging, vicious beast
Three throats are barking
CERBERUS
You, who are conducted through this hell
I say to you please recall me
For you before I was unmade, were made
This anguish that chokes you, robs you from memory
I sadly can't tell who you are
Please tell me, what is your wrong?
Ciacco
Was my name
Florence like you, born and raised
Trapped here
In this rain
Gluttonous, poisonous, omnivorous
But this wretched soul is not alone
For all of these did the same thing wrong
Our sin became this mud
And I will speak no more
No
Remember that when he quits talking
He'll sink and he will never rise
Not until the blast of the one trumpet of the angels
Upon the coming of the hostile Judge
Ciacco
Your suffering weighs deep on me
So that I am forced to weep
Please tell me what end awaits
To our city
After long
Controversy
They'll come to blood
And they will bleed
But then, within three suns, they too must fall
For men are men
Our nation's war
Goes through their veins
And from the land, goes through their core
And some are just, but also ignored
Here of the future, I'll speak no more
Words are those last to hear by the one who came
All the shades bathing here will suffer the same
Each one shall once again see his tomb once more
And once again take on flesh also take on form
They will hear what resounds then eternally
And after that, judgment day, their torments will grow
And from the sky, will purify when the trumpets blow