Below the deserts, the cascading hills of sand
Waters ghostly yet vaster than the greatest lands
The spirits ride, the mud seems to grow
Like hands reaching out to feed on these souls
Absorbing the painful memories
Stabbing away those hindering dreams
Thoughts opaque, the swamp infested gaze
Never will it take the pain away
Flow away from the oceans calming breeze
To the waters, muddied by mortal beings
And their sins, are washed into the shore
Their spirits wreathe, unable to endure
Absorbing the painful memories
Stabbing away those hindering dreams
Thoughts opaque, the swamp infested gaze
Never will it take the pain away
Watching... and wailing for their turn...
Dreading... and cowering for they know...
The words of Juno... The truths they face...
Writhing in this convoluted state
Contorting in these maddening screams
Flectere si negueo superos, Acheronta movebo
(Virgil, Aeneid)
Bathe them in malodorous waters
This decay - the foulest of beings
If I cannot deflect the will of heaven
Waters ghostly yet vaster than the greatest lands
The spirits ride, the mud seems to grow
Like hands reaching out to feed on these souls
Absorbing the painful memories
Stabbing away those hindering dreams
Thoughts opaque, the swamp infested gaze
Never will it take the pain away
Flow away from the oceans calming breeze
To the waters, muddied by mortal beings
And their sins, are washed into the shore
Their spirits wreathe, unable to endure
Absorbing the painful memories
Stabbing away those hindering dreams
Thoughts opaque, the swamp infested gaze
Never will it take the pain away
Watching... and wailing for their turn...
Dreading... and cowering for they know...
The words of Juno... The truths they face...
Writhing in this convoluted state
Contorting in these maddening screams
Flectere si negueo superos, Acheronta movebo
(Virgil, Aeneid)
Bathe them in malodorous waters
This decay - the foulest of beings
If I cannot deflect the will of heaven