The river froths and boils
Emaciated, charred skeletons
Driven mad by heat
Claw at empty sockets
The pools of blood feed the churning mass
Rivulets dribbling down jagged stone
Displaced by the writhing of tortured souls
The steaming flames burn bright crimson
Passive beneath the surface
Drowning forever in fire
As if in a dying daze
So distant are those who maintain will
Muffled cries of the wrathful above
Your own screams reverberate
Throttle your ears with the sounds of torment
You cannot stop, you cannot begin
Open mouth, lava pouring in
Encase your insides with molten flame
Solidifies and drags you towards the riverbed
Your weakness determines your final resting place
Passive beneath the surface
Drowning forever in fire
As if in a dying daze
So distant are those who maintain will