Lethe is one of the rivers that separate Hades...
Acheron - the river of woe...
Her lips as red as roses,
her skin as white as snow...
Moon waning,
Stretching it’s mighty limbs...
Look for me in the ice palace,
Shimmering through the night...
Thou shalt haveth no shame,
wielders of the eternal flame...
A low voice through the trees
Singing so sweetly...
Watching the sulking sun,
Looking back, slowly sipping rum...
One day i took a walk,
and left my body behind...
Theres something soothing,
About that drop...
The end of the day has come,
As the once blue sky grows dark...
Hear me now, child, for my limbs grow so cold,
Decades of struggle have withered me old...
She gracefully pulls back again
pulling her teeth out of his flesh...