Flipping the coin
Surface disturbed by
Metal and wood
Ferryman paddles
To soulless lights
Their radiance burning, blinding the night
With vacant eyes
Warriors, heroes
Skeletons able
To free themselves from endless sin
Lowly, the martyr,
Pushing on harder
Charon decides on a whim
All is but a broken dream
In hands that will return
To holding ashes turn to cinders
filling up the urn
Blood and lashes calm the masses
Suffering adjourns
For peace and quiet, calm and riot
Charon's lantern burns
Slow falling rain
Petals crash like the wings of a crane
Into the water
Tartarus boils
There's no escaping
This mortal coil
Blacker than ink
Souls are so feeble
Minds filled with evil
Will they be able to swim?
Lowly, the martyr
Pushing on harder
Charon decides on a whim
All is but a broken dream
In hands that will return
To holding ashes turn to cinders
filling up the urn
Blood and lashes calm the masses
Suffering adjourns
For peace and quiet, calm and riot
Charon's lantern burns
All is but a broken dream
In hands that will return
(Hands that will return)
All is but a broken dream
In hands that will return
To holding ashes turn to cinders
filling up the urn
Blood and lashes calm the masses
Suffering adjourns
For peace and quiet, calm and riot
Charon's lantern burns
(Charon's lantern burns)