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The one who guards the open hole

The Cerberus of Hell

And he who owns the Underworld

And the one who feeds them well

For the one who has this world in the palm of his hand

For Pluto has his kingdom in the bottom of the land

And the ruler of the dead - must rule his kingdom well

And they guard the gates of Hell

For the fires burn brighter

And the tales that we can tell

The fires of Hades live on

The fires of Hades burn on

The life that leads a perfect world

The many who will follow

Can only hope that they treat him well

For good is not allowed

The power which will come to those

Who stay within his reach

Is a mighty power for which they stand

And can only hope to teach

And the underground world

Have many stories to tell

And they're in the gates of Hell...

The laughter of the jackals

In the dark and weary cell

Will fill the room with hollow

As they fill the room of Hell

The dead will make their meeting

On the edge of darkened heights

With ridicule and torment

To each face of horrible fright!!