[E] "River of Souls"
This river runs warm Though its waters chill all. The bloodied liquid rushes Among the rocks. It sprays and colors The stream's banks Red as the blood Of those dead At its cavernous mouth. The red river flows endlessly Down its path. Straight as an arrow Yet bent and uneven. Beneath the surface Our souls race. Swiftly now, make haste. To the sea of the dead, We shall follow this rapid, Down, down, Into the depths...
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