Текст песни The Crossing Of Souls

Inside his black boat Charon carries to hell The souls of the dead Who pay for this trip Those who cannot pay Don't get in the boat And shall a hundred years A hundred years long Why do Charon Son of the night and hell Demands this pay Is hell a special place The crossing of souls Only a few privileged ones So keep coins To guarantee your fare And you'll not have to wait To enjoy the pleasures of hell