These violent storms are sweeping away my bliss 0 No hope for rest and none for lesser pain
The vice of lust became so customary that license is now a burden
Among these sufferers, there is no hope that ever comforts them
Carnal malefactors are suffering in here - I witness the punishment - Accompanied by fear - No rest is granted in this abyss
Among these convicts I face my own sins that I've committed, they hunt me down
Here deep in this kingdom where the craving for flesh is a fear
I suffer with them in punishment
Amid the gust, the whirlwind and the flaw of rain and hail-stones, sinners need not tell their sorrows
But I have to move on, on this wretched course - Darkness still calls me, that unutterable force - My body falls deep into coldness - Like dead bodies fall...
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