In the murky waters of the Styx Where fury explodes and anger sticks The wrathful and the vengeful drown In a punishment that pulls them down There lie those who, in life Gave in to rage and vengeful strife Now they suffer their final fate With no hope for a different state But who knows, amidst that mire If there's a spark of tender fire? A soul that repents and cries For forgiveness to lift them to the skies In the depths of that bitter stream Where anger reigns and shadows gleam They torment and are tormented In a cycle never circumvented Yet perhaps within that sludge Lies a heart that seeks to budge Yearning for a healing grace For a passion to light their space But who knows, amidst that mire If there's a spark of tender fire? A soul that repents and cries For forgiveness to lift them to the skies In the darkness, a plea is heard A whisper soft, a hopeful word For redemption, for a cure For a grace that will endure But who knows, amidst that mire If there's a spark of tender fire? A soul that repents and cries For forgiveness to lift them to the skies In the bitter river of fury's flow May a soul find light and grow From the depths of wrath and pain To the heights of love's domain