The River Lethe The Raven sears above as the Serpent stirs below And cancerous wombs vomit forth black prodigies before the throne of Saturn Behold, These children born with wounded eyes, severed tongues and the death veil adorned Who slither upon their bellies towards the Black Sun, flesh withering within the light All rot, ruin and decay. Below, blood stained lips wet pious hands in sermon of silence and slumber This is the Fall. A choir of dying children upon the ramparts The River of Blood flows once more And the starving of a thousand begins anew the great feast for the One The stricken crawl forth wailing towards the raging streams of chaos Unto the gluttony of the Devouring Maw. May the waters swallow them all These blind and ruined souls, who wander aimlessly within the labyrinthine walls of pitch The Black River swells to receive them Oh, great lake of sorrow. The sea of slumber in which the weak and weary are cast In which all within struggle for breath with no respite. Poison is what the breathe Within the depths of sorrow all shall drown and be undone