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From this shore your journey awaits,
A million souls sent from different fates.
A caravan but for a fee,
Or be banished to roam for centuries.
One coin of silver within my grasp,
to lead you through this treacherous path.
The rivers of death we'll cross with grace,
deliverance to the final resting place.
Your face is different, but we've met before.
In the end it's all the same.
I've made this voyage so many times,
I can leave the light behind.
A torch through the fog can light the way,
revealing the specters who could not pay.
Phantasmally drifting throughout time,
with mournful screams that haunt my mind.
The crack of the oar pushes the wake,
parting the black, revealing below
monstrosities of the river deep,
and sinners who drowned in their watery keep.
Chorus
Do you dare to look over the edge?
I've looked and accept what I am,
for death has been good to me.
You may find your reflection looks right at home.

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