Dark River

Septicflesh

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 
Acheron