Beneath the ground, where shadows breathe,
A gate of fire, a realm beneath.
Three heads watch, with eyes like coal,
Guarding the path to the underworld soul.
Chains rattle, the earth shakes slow,
He waits... where no man dares go.
Step too close, you’ll feel his breath—
A loyal hound of death.
Born of shadow, beast of flame,
He doesn’t bark — he calls your name.
One head sees the past you've fled,
One sees now…
And one sees you're dead.
Chains rattle, the earth shakes slow,
He waits... where no man dares go.
Step too close, you’ll feel his breath—
A loyal hound of death.