King of silver
King of gold
And everything glittering
Under the ground
Hades is king
Of oil and coal
And the riches that flow
Where those rivers are found

But for half of the year with Persephone gone
His loneliness moves in him, crude and black
He thinks of his wife in the arms of the sun
And jealousy fuels him and feeds him and fills him
With doubt that she'll ever come
Dread that she'll never come
Doubt that his lover
Will ever come back

King of mortar
King of bricks
The River Styx is a river of stones
And Hades lays them high and thick
With a million hands that are not his own
With a million hands, he builds a wall
Around all the riches he digs from the Earth

The pickaxe flashes
The hammer falls
And crashing and pounding
His rivers surround him
And drown out the sound of the song he once heard

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la

Copyright: Exploration Group LLC
Writer(s): Anais Mitchell