In The Arms Of Hades

Black winged demons haunt the dungeons where the moment has no end

Unwept you shall be sent into the endless void of Tartarus

Below in Cimmerian ancient Temples your fate you will meet - I foresee

No warmth of Dawn can ever break the silence of the coldest Nights down there

Morpheus the Son of Sleep with mighty wings that make no sound

Invades thy Dreams with Memories, illusions from the House of Hypnos

The waters of Black Acheron doth echo through your mind

from waters you did come and now you shall go to the waters of Black Acheron!

The Seas of Sleep hold you in their depth

Distant screams; in Phlegethon there's only Death

Among the Sons of man move forever

Strange, silent, shadows...

This world, same for all

No one of gods or men has made

It was ever, is now and ever shall be an eternal flame

The Seas of Sleep hold you in their depth

Distant screams; in Phlegethon there's only Death

Among the Sons of man move forever

Strange, silent, shadows...

The Foghorn of Charon signs gently to thee

Resist not what is Law!

Bite hard thy fare and surrender

To the Bringer of Woe

In the Arms of Hades

This world, same for all

No one of gods or men has made

It was ever, is now and ever shall be an eternal flame

The veil of Sleep now gently falls and never you forget...

Among your sons move forever, strange, silent Shadows,

Forever toward the Light.