First to the death are the sins of the flesh; those who lurk shielded by the night The leopardess shrieks thus unlocking inner lust, desire and strife For those who are not strong, these urges, to life they are drawn To commit sins of lust means to be aimlessly thrown at the will of an almighty storm This raging tempest does exhaust the mind as the bodies are torn about The screams of the unholy cannot be heard over the thunderous shout Eternally blown in violent winds of hail their bodies do beg rest The sins for which we pay, appeal to the most lustful of men Hunger for depraved acts of flesh entombing your soul in sin Your skins with boils and puss must burst the wind beats your back For the morals with which you stay heaven's eternity you lack Those who spend their mortal lives in industries immersed in sex Treacherously crave for flesh this penalty should not perplex To lose oneself in a diabolical path is to needlessly wonder The storm fulfilling the ultimate wish leaving souls to forever ponder In this realm, which you now dwell: in the second circle pit of Hell