Epic II

King of silver

King of gold

And everything glittering

Under the ground

Hades is king

Of oil and coal

And the riches that flow

Where those rivers are found

But for half of the year with Persephone gone

His loneliness moves in him crude and black

He thinks of his wife in the arms of the sun

And jealousy fuels him and feeds him and fills him

With doubt that she'll never come

Dread that she'll never come

Doubt that his lover

Will ever come back

King of mortar

King of bricks

The River Styx is a river of stones

And Hades lays them high and thick

With a million hands that are not his own

With a million hands he builds a wall

Around all the riches he digs from the Earth

The pickaxe flashes

The hammer falls

And crashing and pounding

As rivers surround him

And drown out the sound of the song he once heard：

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