In Hades, Come Noon's Feast

He comes for a bounty

My crops cannot sustain

Every summer he comes

In winter, my harvests die again

When the sun is high, he beckons me

Let me feast on your soul

Spread your legs my little nymph

Let's see what treasures you behold

Each day as if it's not the same

As yester's high noon

Or the one before

Let me feast; says Hades, the beast

In the fetid dark of my wretched room

Tis gloomy, my dismal prison, and I lay in waste

Though hark, the 'noons come faster now

Pray soon, I'll rise from these gates

This noon, I lay here underground

Where Hell has swallowed me whole

And the Devil taps an empty plate

Let me feast upon your soul