A yawning cave, dark and endless Swelling barks of frenzied rage Warder of the gates of Hades Jailer of the dead
In the shadowed gulf of doom Beware the cursed Cerberos Dreaded hound who has no pity Lies in wait and eats them up Shakes the ends of the Earth With barks from his three throats Bristling snakes upon his necks The blood of men enshrouds his coat
Lying in the darkened threshold Reared up with all mouths wide Scattering bones before him now Ablaze his blood red eyes
Grisly death God Hound of the pitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
