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The Wanderer Between Life and Death - Arts of Erebus
A river so black like the lack of any light
Filled with water as thick as blood
The smell of decay fills the air
And I can only accept the lot
Born from chaos and darkness
Any haggling a waste of breath
Incorrupt and merciless
Wanderer between life and death
Must pay the ferryman
I know his price is fix
A coin a soul or a hundred years
Lost at the river Styx
Dark shadow sliding through the fog and mist
The waves whispering to watch my stride
He comes a side
A punt hole in his fist
Pay in advance and he will take me to the other side
Born from chaos and darkness
Any haggling a waste of breath
Incorrupt and merciless
Wanderer between life and death
Must pay the ferryman
I know his price is fix
A coin a soul or a hundred years
Lost at the river Styx
Born from chaos and darkness
Any haggling a waste of breath
Incorrupt and merciless
Wanderer between life and death
Must pay the ferryman I know his price is fix
A coin a soul or a hundred years
Lost at the river Styx
On the road to life a dusk
On the road to life a dusk
On the road to life a dusk