But in my casting about for discussions on demonology and the devil, I found this old piece of vinyl, which, in turn, led me to this dubious site.
Being a Dantean, I generally give a lot of allowances for anyone who says "Purgatorio" instead of "Purgatory."
The page "Divine Vinyl," to which my link directs you directly, is quite the walk down memory lane for many of us (i.e., those of us who remember vinyl).
I am appalled by how many of the groups listed I remember. Some I have heard as "special music" on Sunday nights or Revival episodes. Some, I remember possessing the actual disc.
Now, for the creepiest of them all, I nominate the one below. I never had this particular album, but I remember one of her other discs in the family record-cabinent. I don't know where it is now. It might be stacked in the basement, sandwiched between Chicago and the Imperials.
Without further ado, here is my nomination for the hands-down-creepiest-eschatological-vinyl-discussion-of-the-afterlife-and-one-of-the-many-reasons-why-I-rejoice-that-I-am-no-longer-a-premillennial-chiliast-heretic award, the first award ever given by Second Terrace:
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