Ovid's Withering - Acheron lyrics

Darkness slowly diseased the skies A treshhold unveiled to the fields of Elysium The storms set in – a wall of wind tamed by Charon to open the path To the blackened gates of damnation The sordid god – the keeper of souls With silver coins placed eye on eye They marched on a field of coals Upon Lord King Minos the fallen Now calling for the next He slurred his words as the drool fell from his jaw "Nothing saves the guilty from these crimes unjust" Condemned to a prison of pain or enlightment Nigh, a wretched ship upon a cursed river This Eternal Suffering They tear the skin from the flesh of the damned And thus, sent from afar the rotting bodies gather Psyches from the corpses flow With Charon's fare misplaced The dead roam the banks of Acheron Cries of terror echo on Through the depths of the forest in the heart of the wake Embers drip from ebon blades - bound fire amongst the thralls "Here is your betrayer. Destined to feast on the blood of his own He must breathe d**h and accept the trials of his consequence." Nigh, a wretched ship upon a cursed river This Eternal Suffering They tear the skin from the flesh of the damned And thus, sent from afar the rotting bodies gather Psyches from the corpses flow With Charon's fare misplaced The dead roam the banks of Acheron Now a**igned to their lines of judgement They await the Unseen - the god of Erebus As a fortress of bone rose from the ground In succession they were gifted forlorn providence And like a stygian ghost, their flesh became brimstone as they descended deep into the netherworld