Horror Storm

First to the death are the sins of the flesh;

those who lurk shielded by the night

The leopardess shrieks thus unlocking inner lust,

desire and strife

For those who are not strong, these urges, to life they

are drawn

To commit sins of lust means to be aimlessly thrown at

the will of an almighty storm

This raging tempest does exhaust the mind as the bodies

are torn about

The screams of the unholy cannot be heard over the

thunderous shout

Eternally blown in violent winds of hail their bodies

do beg rest

The sins for which we pay, appeal to the most lustful

of men

Hunger for depraved acts of flesh entombing your soul

in sin

Your skins with boils and puss must burst the wind

beats your back

For the morals with which you stay heaven's eternity

you lack

Those who spend their mortal lives in industries

immersed in sex

Treacherously crave for flesh this penalty should not

perplex

To lose oneself in a diabolical path is to needlessly

wonder

The storm fulfilling the ultimate wish leaving souls to

forever ponder

In this realm, which you now dwell: in the second

circle pit of Hell