Acheron

Darkness slowly diseased the skies
 A treshhold unveiled to the fields of Elysium
 The storms set in – a wall of wind tamed by Charon to open the path
 To the blackened gates of damnation
 The sordid god – the keeper of souls
 With silver coins placed eye on eye
 They marched on a field of coals
 Upon Lord King Minos the fallen
 Now calling for the next
 He slurred his words as the drool fell from his jaw
 "Nothing saves the guilty from these crimes unjust"
 Condemned to a prison of pain or enlightment
 Nigh, a wretched ship upon a cursed river
 This Eternal Suffering
 They tear the skin from the flesh of the damned
 And thus, sent from afar the rotting bodies gather
 Psyches from the corpses flow
 With Charon's fare misplaced
 The dead roam the banks of Acheron
 Cries of terror echo on
 Through the depths of the forest in the heart of the wake
 Embers drip from ebon blades - bound fire amongst the thralls
 "Here is your betrayer. Destined to feast on the blood of his own
 He must breathe death and accept the trials of his consequence."
 Nigh, a wretched ship upon a cursed river
 This Eternal Suffering
 They tear the skin from the flesh of the damned
 And thus, sent from afar the rotting bodies gather
 Psyches from the corpses flow
 With Charon's fare misplaced
 The dead roam the banks of Acheron
 Now assigned to their lines of judgement
 They await the Unseen - the god of Erebus
 As a fortress of bone rose from the ground
 In succession they were gifted forlorn providence
 And like a stygian ghost, their flesh became brimstone as they descended deep into the netherworld