Three Throats

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