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New metal band, unsigned. Thrash and stuff.
Død Ulv is a newer metal band, formed as Acid in 2002, renamed Cataclysm in 2003, and renamed Død Ulv (Norwegian for Dead Wolf) in 2004. We (Well, I) play mostly thrash, with growled vocals. Sometimes a wee bit of power, and the like. Credits for the logo go to Karen.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #942
Peak in subgenre #472
Author
Andrew Nelson
Rights
Cataclysm
Uploaded
October 05, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 9.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Inferno is based on the first book of the Diving Comedy of Dante.
Lyrics
So now I journey on,
Strayed from the path,
That does not die,
I cannot see,
What is to be,
What will become of me?
The she-wolf eyes me hungrily,
I cannot pass her,
But now a Master,
Comes before me,
He offers another way to tread,
A vicious route that none would dare,
He warns cowardice must die,
If I am to arrive there,
I oblige, and follow him,
My trust is thrown to his wisdom,
If I shall see the gates of Heaven,
Then I must see the sorrow,
And then we reach the gates,
Inscribed above in stone,
"Before me nothing but eternal things
Were made and I endure eternally,
Abandon every hope, who enter here,"
Sorrow fills me as I gaze upon the first,
Chasing the banner,
Never to achieve,
A single goal,
But so many to follow,
None to prevail,
Journey in endless sorrow,
What can they do?
They knew no shame, they knew no praise,
They knew not what would be their fate,
Hornets and flies bite at their eyes,
Eternally blood tears they cry,
Their mortal life,
So pathetic,
They envy any other fate,
Cowards,
God and enemies they hate,
Descending now,
Into true Hell,
I cannot see,
The light once held,
The air is black,
No turning back,
I descend,
Minos,
Catalogue of sinners,
He holds the key,
What level will each one see?
Wraps his tail around him,
Each time decides their fates,
He knows of every sin,
And every law they violate,
The lustful fill the second circle,
Forever tormented by the storm,
Infernal whirlwind spins eternal doom,
Gluttony, the sin of the third,
Thrown into the mire
And plagued by accursed rain,
Cerebus bares his fangs,
All souls shall he consume-
They pray for a second death,
Now in the fourth circle,
I witness how they cry,
Damned to push their weights together,
Until the end of time,
The hoarders and the wasters,
Forever share this fate,
No peace shall ever touch them,
So far from the gate,
Now the wrathful have their turn,
They bite and scream with rage,
Deep in the fifth circle,
In the muddy Styx they reign,
Never shall they emerge,
Their anger in their life
Was all too consuming,
Now they never see the light,
The sullen share the wrathful's realm,
Immersed in river Styx,
They never see the surface,
They drown eternally,
We cross the river now,
Approach the city far below,
The place where fallen angels dwell,
They refuse us entry
Through the wretched gates of Dis,
But Heaven's messenger bids us through,
Now we enter in,
The ones around now,
Can only see the future,
Not present nor the past,
In firey graves they lie,
Thousands of piercing cries,
These heretics shall never rise
Above their burning beds,
Now the seventh circle we have come to see,
The first ring of it's impossible treachery,
The violent against others are now wallowing,
In the boiling river of blood,
And if they dare to stop,
And expose their flesh,
The centaurs with their arrows pierce their hearts,
Passing on now,
To the second ring we come,
A damned and darkened wood,
Where no path dares cut through,
The trunks of trees are moaning,
Their anguish fills the air,
The suicides are these,
Trapped within the trees,
Speaking only when they bleed,
From the harpies that they feed,
Passing to the third ring,
That holds sinners more violent still,
The ones who stood against
The highest One of all,
Blasphemers,
Supine on fiery sands,
The tears that form the rivers,
Phlegethon, Archeron,
Cocytus and Styx,
Now onto sodomites,
The ones who cross the fiery sands,
Eternally damned,
Under flaming rain,
Now the violent against nature,
And all her holy arts,
Forced to sit forever,
Under the fiery rain,
Never to rise,
And avoid the burning flames,
Now we mount on Geryon,
And descend further still,
Now entering the eighth,
The Hell that is Malebolge,
Enter the first pouch,
Panders and seducers,
Forever whipped and chased,
By demons who never tire,
Now on to the second,
Where the flat
