Styx of the Frozen Waste.
Pride Ed
18 Jun, 2015 07:30 PMAwaken this fire of the coldest hell; Dammed and draining of souls to quell The ravenous darkness of this abysmal sleep. None here protected; just souls to reap! Adrift in this river of frozen blood; Her corrosive veins wandered though crimson flood! Hell hath her cruelty; such violence and wrath Floating along this slippery path! Then came her hushed whispers from the depths of the frost; Her hungry tongue danced as it licked at the lost: “Hell coarsen though veins ‘Neath the frozen waste, Awash with the pain; A thirst with great haste! Molten and chilled; Bodies defiled, Like rain through a still, Blood taste so mild!” Then his majesty of silence Came unto her. Inquired her guidance; Hath fury galore: “Ye who spills Lethe and flows unto death, Lend mine cause with hurried breath! The frenzied old moon of the ire-filled depths; Cold luster heaving as burning souls wept! Mine dear sister, thy fury I implore; Wear down old spirits whose life I want more!” Her frightful waters haughtily screamed: “Beloved Charon, thy mote it be! As long as thee gives the first death to me!”
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