The Underground

Enduring freedom can’t be found In this blatant underground. The seeds of sorrow have been sown And by your tears, they have grown This land has taken its last sigh Its blood has long since faced the sky The wicked moon will ever-spy Through its cold and mocking eye The solid, rocky sound Of us, here in the underground We eat the roots, the crystal sheaves We drink through-out the oaken sleeves Our song is that of love and hate Learn of us, or seal our fate Our life is neither grand nor well Interred in this hypnotic spell This time our sight is never wrong On the earth, we don’t belong. What was lost will now be found By us, here in the underground. We hear the raven’s silent call Nyx is here to bless us all The one who killed the Amazon Of him we are the sainted spawn Our message sounding loud and clear Our drums beware of entrance here The bane of those who surface- dwell Guard well the tolling of the bell Never again to see the mound Of us, here in the underground And now we see the flame of war To open up the heaven’s door From underneath we always view The spirits and their retinue Our once dear neighbors, loves, and friends Have given us their dreaded ends. And by those deaths we prosper well Here with Hades, death will sell And with bones our lands abound Down here in the underground At last a humble, sad farewell To those who have progressed to hell We do not know what them awaits We are not burdened by their fates For at this point our jobs are done The living must-need carry on Clotho here will spin her thread For all those who will soon be dead Of the world we've always wound Right here, in the underground