Inferno

Pass through the gates of Hell,
where winter has all but dispelled.
Enter the furnaced domain;
the fires shall heed no refrain.

Beneath this desolate sky;
breathe in the inferno and die.
Where ashes shall smolder in wake,
yet still, death heeds no escape.

Into the boiling sand
that spawns the most violent damned.
Their flame-licked hands shall not stay
until we're all lost in their fray.

And out from this burning light
bears nothing but plague-ridden spite.
So acrid with malice and woe,
with nary a break from this throe.

So, wallow in festering decay,
and seep in this scorching dismay.
For never again shall we rise
from out of this pyric demise.