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 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 fair? Open your mouth and spit the buried coin The boat is ready to sail Step inside I am the ferryman Acheron Dark River AcheronTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
