In The Arms Of Hades by Zemial
Black winged demons haunt the dungeons where the moment
has no end
Unwept you shall be sent into the endless void of
Tartarus
Below in Cimmerian ancient temples your fate you will
meet - I foresee
No warmth of dawn can ever break the silence
Of the (coldest) nights down there
Morpheus the son of sleep with mighty wings that make
no sound
Invades thy dreams with memories, illusions from the
house of Hypnos
The water of Black Acheron doth echo through your mind
From waters you did come and now you shall go
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