Canto 18-34 (Eighth Circle B) şarkı sözleri

Down the waterfall Dante throws a rope And the mythical beast-king of Spain Named Geryon bids them to ride on his back Dante mounts the great shoulders of the freak They spiral around at a sickening pace Through a black, empty space Look how pale Dante’s face is Until the hit bottom Who is in the 8th Circle? Who is in the 8th Circle? Who is in the 8th Circle? Who is in the 8th Circle? Looking across and down, Dante sees Like an amphitheatre, a series of concentric pits Each of the ten is like a pouch, called a Bolgia Filled with sinners not eager to display their countenances The Fraudulent and Malicious