Pour water on thyself

Thus shalt thou be

A creator of the sun

Charon will inhibit his entrance

The fields and dwellings of relapsing ruins

Find thou thyself in every star

Achieve thou every possibility

Listen! Heed not the siren-voice of thought

The fable of river #5

Deliverme athwart the earth

Forsaken loam of wondrous slumbers

Thee spiritual and thee fertile

A spawn of full equilibrium

But whose availeth is in this,

For hereby there comenth impair



Facillis descensus Acherni

Noctes atque dies patet

Atri ianua Charnus

Sed revocare gradun sperasque

Evadere ad aurus,

Hoc opus, hic labor est.



[repeat 1st verse]



There was not a formal sepulcher

Not one sector for the interment

Throth with thee empire of hope

All effects are welcome to Styx