Can you pay the fair?
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 cold,
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 deities mock
the icons that turned blank,
the shades of the once beautiful.

Can you pay the fair?
Open your mouth and spit the buried coin.
The boat is ready to sail.
Step inside, I am the ferryman+

Acheron
Dark River
Acheron