| Each endures ones shadow | 
| The shades of misdirection | 
| To wide plains we are led | 
| Till the centuries complete their millenium orb | 
| Extracting the ingrained | 
| Leaving those of virtue to etherial consciousness | 
| And the fire of clean air under mauve skies | 
| A millenium in Elysium and eternity is nigh | 
| Lethe (Forgetfulness) | 
| Born from fury you mock it’s purity | 
| You are stained with innocence | 
| The blood will not cleanse | 
| Rooted in lethe it stems | 
| Mercury’s gift isn’t for the unworthy | 
| Silt is in the veins of god’s larvae | 
| Forgotten — scrolls and scriptures was your deceit | 
| Blotted — severed from the mind never to rejoin | 
| Discarded — like the spawn from your loins | 
| The nether that flows to Amphora | 
| Grave offerings for the third epoch | 
| Unknown to man, lust unfulfilled | 
| An urn for life that spilled | 
| Acheron (Sorrow) | 
| In utter woe you lacerate your freedom | 
| Every gouge brings you closer to Hades | 
| Guilty — purge your undoing in life | 
| A trial in wretched agony | 
| Greeting your flesh with fevered delight | 
| Envious — sculpt away the fallacy | 
| Loss exhausts your vitality | 
| Within this torrent devoid of mortality | 
| Amongst brethren in harmonious mire | 
| A deluge of sorrow merged with desire | 
| Envious — sculpt away the fallacy | 
| Loss exhausts your vitality | 
| Within this torrent devoid of mortality | 
| Styx (Hate) | 
| Divinity trampled under foot | 
| Revealing the path which we course | 
| Never to swell or recede | 
| Flowing is the purity of hate | 
| Tributaries only deceive | 
| Diligence to rage opens his gates | 
| In life you weren’t worth conception | 
| Vomitted from the womb | 
| In death the Earth in repulsion | 
| Vomits your corpse to consume | 
| Phelegethon (Fire) | 
| Rewarded for devotion and service | 
| Submerged never to surface | 
| Gasp in flames | 
| Inhale the Inferno | 
| No lamentation heard of sorrow | 
| Now you are luminous as we | 
| Says your gods as you plea | 
| Ash lined shores clouding waves above | 
| Radiant limbs flail | 
| As Gods exhibits his love | 
| Tocylus (Lamentation) | 
| This tide heaves and sighs | 
| A fountain from sorrow brings cries | 
| Sniveling servants | 
| Slaves of attrition | 
| Mourners wade this descent | 
| Wails of hope are fervent | 
| Silent is the dirge of torment | 
| Your god’s promises echo in vain | 
| Your lamentation carries in this domain |