Lyrics:

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 cold
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
Dark river, dark river
They found the end of hope
A dark river, dark river
They found the end of hope
The dark river, Acheron

On tunnels underground
Chthonian deities 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
Acheron
Dark river
Acheron