Descent To Acheron (Evolving Into The Progression Of Woe)

Pour water on thyself
Thus shalt thou be
A creator of thy dawn
An aurora 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
Deliver me 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 thereby there cometh impair

Facillis descensus Acherni
Noctes atque dies patet
Atri ianua Charnus

Sed revocare gradum sperasque
Evadere ad aurus,
Hoc opus, hic labor est.

[repeat 1st verse]

There was not a formal sepulcher
Not one sector for the interment
Troth with thee empire of hope
All effects are welcome to Styx