Styx Sermon

(mmmmmm) (ahhhhh) Beneath the roots of the earth,

I hold the keys of the deep Where Cerberus guards and the

restless souls never sleep Not just the king of the dust,

I am the lord of the gold Plouton,

the hidden wealth, in chambers freezing and cold By the Styx I

swear, every mortal debt must be paid No light reaches the throne

that my obsidian made.

(Lord of the dark,

rich in the deep) We weep at the gates where the shadow-folk

creep

Take my gold,

take my crown

Down where the cold rivers wind further down (Hades,

hold us clean)

Persephone sits by my side,

eating the pomegranate seed Six months of winter and ash,

born from a desperate greed Charon demands his obol,

crossing the Acheron stream No prayers can alter the fate of this

eternal dream

I hoard the diamonds in vaults,

under the Tartarus fire I am the sovereign of loss,

lord of the final desire.

Asphodel meadows of gray

Silent we all drift away

(save our souls, lead us home) (save our souls,

under the stone)

(Lord of the dark,

rich in the deep) We weep at the gates where the shadow-folk

creep

Take my gold,

take my crown

Down where the cold rivers wind further down (Hades,

hold us clean)

(under the stone,

we remain) (amen)