Elysium - Incantation

Each endures ones shadow

The shades of misdirection

To wide plains we are led

Till the centuries complete their millenium orb

Extracting the ingrained

Leaving those of virtue to etherial consciousness

And the fire of clean air under mauve skies

A millenium in Elysium and eternity is nigh

Lethe (Forgetfulness)

Born from fury you mock it’s purity

You are stained with innocence

The blood will not cleanse

Rooted in lethe it stems

Mercury’s gift isn’t for the unworthy

Silt is in the veins of god’s larvae

Forgotten — scrolls and scriptures was your deceit

Blotted — severed from the mind never to rejoin

Discarded — like the spawn from your loins

The nether that flows to Amphora

Grave offerings for the third epoch

Unknown to man, lust unfulfilled

An urn for life that spilled

Acheron (Sorrow)

In utter woe you lacerate your freedom

Every gouge brings you closer to Hades

Guilty — purge your undoing in life

A trial in wretched agony

Greeting your flesh with fevered delight

Envious — sculpt away the fallacy

Loss exhausts your vitality

Within this torrent devoid of mortality

Amongst brethren in harmonious mire

A deluge of sorrow merged with desire

Envious — sculpt away the fallacy

Loss exhausts your vitality

Within this torrent devoid of mortality

Styx (Hate)

Divinity trampled under foot

Revealing the path which we course

Never to swell or recede

Flowing is the purity of hate

Tributaries only deceive

Diligence to rage opens his gates

In life you weren’t worth conception

Vomitted from the womb

In death the Earth in repulsion

Vomits your corpse to consume

Phelegethon (Fire)

Rewarded for devotion and service

Submerged never to surface

Gasp in flames

Inhale the Inferno

No lamentation heard of sorrow

Now you are luminous as we

Says your gods as you plea

Ash lined shores clouding waves above

Radiant limbs flail

As Gods exhibits his love

Tocylus (Lamentation)

This tide heaves and sighs

A fountain from sorrow brings cries

Sniveling servants

Slaves of attrition

Mourners wade this descent

Wails of hope are fervent

Silent is the dirge of torment

Your god’s promises echo in vain

Your lamentation carries in this domain