“Purgatory bellow”

(Verse 1)

Guilt becomes gravity, pulling us down,

Denial is the chain, wearing the crown.

True damnation, a soul’s own choice,

Above all else, it finds its voice.

(Chorus)

No purification in Hell’s embrace,

No ascent, no grace to chase.

Rejected love, defiance bold,

In the fire, stories unfold.

(Verse 2)

A soul in Hell, not in pain,

But remorse, a silent refrain.

If Purgatory’s fire refines,

Hell’s fire burns, leaving pride behind.

(Chorus)

No purification in Hell’s embrace,

No ascent, no grace to chase.

Rejected love, defiance bold,

In the fire, stories unfold.

(Bridge)

But if pride breaks, what then?

Even the abyss holds a mystery, a friend.

In the depths, a chance to see,

A soul’s redemption, wild and free.

(Outro)

Guilt becomes gravity, pulling us down,

Denial is the chain, wearing the crown.

True damnation, a soul’s own choice,

In the fire, a voice, a voice.