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
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