''In Hades Flows a Stygian River''

In Hades flows a Stygian river of sorrows—a river of great despair! It's a spiritual death that we all share that napalms our lives and rots our liver. Beware! Its undercurrent of dire doom drowns us with heartless joy—it does not care, and burdens us with more than we can bear. We're like cadavers in a cold, stone tomb from which can be felt and heard the death knell where heaven is laid waste and God is dead, as if we’re just a breath away from hell. Here, where living souls dare not swim or tread, we are like phantoms—like ghosts in a shell. Yet, we fear not hell. But despair we dread!