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Two coins to the old ferryman

And all the plagues lie in front of me

A whole place of pure sufferance

Under the three-headed guardian's feet

Tartarus, where manifestations of evil come forth

Chthonic caves that hide the shadow-bodies within its darkness

The souls of the dead form legions

And march through the odious shore

Calling me to join their abhorred army

And sail the five ancient rivers to fight

We shall soon conquer the underworld lord's throne

The prophecies of the Nekromantheon shall be done

Eridanos of hate, I smell your nitrous stench

Phlegethon of fire, in your flames I taste disgrace

We're still fighting in depths of Hades!

Styx, where we fell, (putrid) vein of hell

Into your detestation waters, we are dead!

Acheron, where we bathe, (morbid) womb of death

Under your thousand pains, we are dead!