Acheron Thousand grey-ones cry,They cry in the dark below,They fill the Stained-one with pain,And he flows and crushes on.His forget blazed the world,It razed the capitols of acanthus,It killed the white children of the wind,And brought back to life the blind.Under the crimson skies he poisons,With his body, that forever,In Hell should have boiled,Yet now is the water that glints in our eyes.He changed the image of the world,And now Hell is up, and the earth is down,And no one wakes up from his slumber,Yet Acheron floods and flows on.The dead became alive,And the living climbed down,And all the evil of the gruesome
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