Do you see me on this river
Running from eternal sleep.
Acheron, cold bloody water.
How dark are the tears I weep;
But I trek along this river
To the darkest city Dis.
All my body seems to quiver
at the thought of life in Dis.
Far removed from pleasant weather
Warm abodes and fair maidens.
In Hades' home is no shelter
Only time to make amends.
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