Down to the underworld through shadows we glide
Past echoes of the lost where all grief resides
A realm of the silent where time ceases to flow
In the afterlife's grasp where the forgotten go
The ferryman waits his hand outstretched thin
Over waters that swirl with the wages of sin
Faces without names eyes without light
Drifting to lands where day merges with night
Step by step on this forsaken trail
Down to the underworld through shadows we glide
Past echoes of the lost where all grief resides
A realm of the silent where time ceases to flow
In the afterlife's grasp where the forgotten go
Down to the underworld through shadows we glide
Past echoes of the lost where all grief resides
A realm of the silent where time ceases to flow
In the afterlife's grasp where the forgotten go