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Housed in the gloomy depths of Tartaros

The foulest captive in array

Held as far beneath the living

As the sky aloft tempts the birds

Tresspass’d the throne of mighty Zeus

And heeded not their fellow men

The rich and poor alike, immortal or deceased

Humans and titans, all bereav’d

Captive in bronze chains

Thrashing to and fro

The winds churning fast

As Typhon may bestow

Darkness suffocating

Yet mercy’s beyond sight

To see is to witness

Horrors best concealed by night

In Tartaros…

In Tartaros!

The gusts are lashing

The spirit-flesh

Which weeps tears so foul

The choking stench

This storm of blood

And salt rains all around

‘Neath the furthest depths of Hades

The Pit reserved for torture

Wretched souls beyond reprieve

Bleeding throats from ceaseless screams

And should a brazen anvil fall

For nine whole days

Only on the tenth it would reach the end

As sky to earth, so the pit lies from Hades

To seek relief is folly

And repentance just a ruse

here is the soil

From which only scourges grew

 what is it to suffer more

Since torment never ends?

The very mode of being

In which this realm suspends

In Tartaros…

In Tartaros!