There is land where there’s no redemption
Where the spirits wail their tortured guilt
And speak of days when blood was spilt
Upon the ground of sacrilege,
Changeling faeries dance ‘til still
To seal a very dangerous deal,
They release their faithless magic
One by one they fall to Nyx
And cross back over the river Styx,
Once their time on earth is done
She steals back their cloying fun,
In the land of no redemption
Where the spirits wail their tortured guilt
And speak days when blood was spilt
Upon the ground of sacrilege,
Human souls chant their prayers
Hoping someone in the light still cares,
As the faeries fall in line
Bound by knowledge of the years,
Every fool craves redemption
But the fates have cut the thread
Where no mortal dares to tread
And in those centuries long ago
The rulers known as Erebus and Nyx
Forced the light just across the river Styx
And in this place of no redemption
I am, as usual, no exception.
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