Deity of many buried treasures

Your home is the infernal regions

Where the Sun rays never penetrate

Gateway to the blackened underwold

Guarded by Cerburus the Jackal

Mournful abode and refuge of souls

Mute ghosts and shades of the dead

The Kingdom of spectres and shadows

Mysterious unplumbed depths

Subterranean powers and cataclysm

We lay white lilies at the graves

Remove the tumbled mossed tombstones

Allow the mania to pass through

Appease their anger and rage for injustice

Grant us wealth and riches in life

Grant us rebirth and renewal in death

An eternal spirit in the happy Elysian Fields

Only for the just and favoured ones

PLUTO - OCTOBER

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