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