Can you pay the fare
Open your mouth and spit the buried coin
The boat is ready to sail

Step inside
I am the ferryman
We'll sail the river of woe

The Dark River
Dark River
On its brink is the end of hope

The Dark River
Acheron


And a wind blew like the breath of a dying man
And the waters spawned sounds
From the motion of slimy reptile tongues


My guests are many
And they won't leave this peaceful place of fading screams

Eyes shut
Gaze mesmerized at the circular form of zero
They sailed the river of woe

The Dark River
Dark River
They found the end of hope

The Dark River
Dark River
They found the end of hope

The Dark River
Acheron


On tunnels underground
chthonian delties mock
the icons that turned blank

The shades of the once beautiful

Can you pay the fare

Open your mouth and spit the buried coin
The boat is ready to sail
Step inside

I am the ferryman
Acheron
Dark River

Acheron