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
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 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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