Harlem Hades Hymn

(oooooh) (yeah) Beneath the

limestone, past the river of pain

I count the fortunes that the living can't retain

No crown of gold can buy a minute of breath

But in the deep down,

I am master of death They call me cold,

yeah, they call me the thief

But I'm the landlord of eternal relief

Lord of the soil,

keeper of the gold

Every single soul is a story untold (Lord save 'em) In the

silent kingdom, everybody bows

No more promises, no more broken vows

I hold the gems that the daylight forgot

Silver and bronze in the vault where they rot

Rich in the shadows,

rich in the clay

Every empire will crumble away

They pray to the sky

but they sleep in my bed

Hades the king of the gold and the dead

Even the rich

got to walk through the gate

Can't bribe the ferryman,

can't fight your fate

(no you can't) Leave your coins on your eyes for the toll

What does it profit to lose your own soul?

Lord of the soil,

keeper of the gold

Every single soul is a story untold (Lord save 'em) In the

silent kingdom, everybody bows

No more promises, no more broken vows

Down in the clay (Lord wash it away)

All fades to gray