Upheavel
Into The Gates Of Eternal Suffering
'Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for ay.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none,
Save things eternal and eternal I endure.
All hope abandoned, Ye who enter here.'
From Letras Mania