Flows the ichor, flows the Styx:
Clotted blood and gore en-mixed.
Rancid roils this murky pitch,
Sombre, silent, sour.
Acheron, a wash of woe:
Anguished sorrow ebbs and flows.
Never happiness to know:
Fading by the hour.
Lamentations! Weep with us
On the river Cocytus.
Rapids spray, bring no solace:
Salted waters shower.
Raging pyre; Phlegethon
Flaming river rages on.
Churning, the conflagration:
Purge, and cleanse, and scour!
Lest the Lethe be forgot,
Quaff it, and remember naught.
Sweet nepenthe it is not --
Steals the memory's power.