Do you wish to be, carried over sea

To the banks beyond of the acheron



Passage, is that what you seek

Passage, admittance from me

Obulus, that is what I seek

Obulus, for you to proceed

Passage, is that what you seek

Passage, admittance from me



Hermes bring them all to me, those who seek eternity

Buried with the proper rites, thou shall suffice

Breathing souls who wish to go present to me the golden bough

Looking to the oracle, cumaean sibyl

A hundred years you may find, a hundred years lost in time

Cerebus not far behind, lingering on



Do you wish to be, carried over sea

To the banks beyond of the acheron

Transverse the tides, listen for the cries

Of the souls below, perhaps you will know



Passage, do you still seek this

Passage, assuming all the risks

Obulus, does not ensure the cross

Obulus, all you know may be lost

Passage, do you still seek this

Passage, assuming all the risks

Precarious, uncertain premises

Precarious, dependent on this



Touch the water you shall know only sorrow

Touch the water you shall feel only hate

Touch t he water you shall see rancid plague

Just, just one drop



Touch the water you shall hear screaming souls

Smell the water's sweet scent of wasted life

Feel the water you shall burn, burn with fire

Feel the water you shall drown in misery

Just, just one drop