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 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   The Dark River   Dark River   They found the end of hope   The Dark River   Dark River   They found the end of hope   The Dark River   Acheron      On tunnels underground   chthonian delties 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   Dark River   Acheron