| Can you pay the fair?
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| Open your mouth and spit the buried coin
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| The boat is ready to sail
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| Step inside
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| I am the ferryman
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| We’ll sail the river of woe
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| The Dark River
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| Dark River
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| On it’s brink is the end of hope
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| The Dark River
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| Acheron
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| And a wind blew like the breath of a dying man
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| And the waters spawned sounds
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| From the motion of slimy reptile tongues
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| My guests are many
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| And they won’t leave this peaceful place of fading screams
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| Eyes shut
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| Gaze mesmerized at the circular form of zero
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| They sailed the river of woe
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| The Dark River
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| Dark River
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| They found the end of hope
|
| The Dark River
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| Dark River
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| They found the end of hope
|
| The Dark River
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| Acheron
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| On tunnels underground
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| Chthonian delties mock
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| The icons that turned blank
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| The shades of the once beautiful
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| 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
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| Acheron |