Styx

Styx There is a river running deep in the flood gates of hell Now is a good time to tell a story I know Shades of black tormented in fever pitched gallows The sadness of a sin sick narrative has been loosened from it's cattle We have run this close not to turn back now In the river Styx there are demonic forces loosened for it's hidden courses Haunted by the mere elegance of an on lookers crystal ball From the culture of death who claim to know it all There is a fountain in the center of the river filled with glass Shadows with figures only to summon Satan's kingdom Fire with leading brimstone shades the view with a dragon who knew This is the place where lost souls will roam Timeless tortured rats eating at your flesh with disease This is not any cool place to become at ease The caverns of hills collapsed evil minds that plug destruction A heart goes faint in idle frenzy tortured from the heat Such as the river Styx filled with new tricks Come heed to the masters call before you end up where Heavy long hanging viscous fangs that bite by bleeding in the night Shades of black haunt you with such a fright ! © 17 minutes ago, chevyvent society • pain • nature • love