• The death of countless followers...
    Cries of agony,
    Wails of terror,
    Our darkest hour is now at hand,
    The pyres of those now joined in Hades burn endlessly...
    As Apollo turns his brillance away,
    So too does our life fade...
    As the River Styx takes me in its cold embrace
    I long for oblivion,
    For the endless sleep to take me away...
    Just as the soft lull of the surf eases my once mortal pain...