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Visions of Dis is hypothetically based on the dreams or visions that Dante experiences after he goes through heaven, hell and

purgatory in The Divine Comedy.

In his sleep Dante sees visions of the city of Dis, which encompasses the sixth through ninth circles of hell. As these visions persist night after night he decides to keep a journal detailing what he sees while trying to make sense of it all. As the visions get stronger and more disturbing Dante becomes more reclusive by the day, constantly spending time in prayer.

One night Dante receives a vision of what looks like Golgotha. He makes his way up to Mount Calvary and sees Christ crucified on his cross, while the sky above seems to be writhing with snakes. Absolutely terrified, Dante makes his way to the foot of the cross and grasps the feet of Christ begging for mercy and deliverance, only to look up and see a Christ with hollow eyes and two forked tongues laughing hysterically down at him.

Dante awakes, completely horrified by what he has seen. Over the next few days Dante continues to spend his time deep in prayer while piecing together all the visions he has received until one day

he finally realizes to his horror that what he has seen is a vision of the future where there will be no salvation for mankind and Christ will return to a world of eternal agony and suffering rather than the glorious

kingdom of God that was so prophesied.

Visions of Dis - Lyrics

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Behold the profane sun

The center of this spinning cosmic void

The shards of life, our creators dying dust

The chasms call, churning lunar winds

Apollo's wrath, a summons to us all

When the martyr falls from grace from heaven's rusted cage

The seven moons align and the abyss flows with tears

When the fragments of all hope lie scattered in the sand

These visions I invoke shall plague the son of man

The serpents maze, the crumbling walls of gods shattered dream

The ruins of light, the last throes of man

Illusions fall, twisting cosmic black

The grand design of this godless morning star

When the martyr falls from grace from heaven's rusted cage

The seven moons align and the abyss flows with tears

When the fragments of all hope lie scattered in the sand

These visions I invoke shall plague the son of man

Bronze veils on virgin flesh

The cry of souls in Pluto's wake

A messiah comes on hooves of sin

Salvation by the serpent's touch

Awaken the realms of Dis, twirling rings of grief, fire and loss

The vortex throne, misshapen perverse lust

Empyrean coils cover the ebon sky

The jester laughs upon his crippled cross

When the martyr falls from grace from heaven's rusted cage

The seven moons align and the abyss flows with tears

When the fragments of all hope lie scattered in the sand

These visions I invoke shall plague the son of man