Charon

They come from many tribes, hungry for forgiveness
They prayed fervently to their gods and their demons
The river in front of you is full of desperate souls
And there is nothing that can hide your sins, don’t hope

Hold it tight and let the boatman lead you to the other side
Stop trying to find reasons, we go to the other side

This life is a short breath
No one will stand
Your past doesn’t matter
It’s flowing in your hands

The son of shadow is waiting for you from this shore
He only takes a silver coin and let you go
Can you see the thirst and rage? It’s getting closer
His hungry eyes will watch you beg to wake up

Hold it tight and let the boatman lead you through the rainy night
Stop trying to find reasons, we go to the other side

This life is a short breath
No one will stand
Your past doesn’t matter
It’s flowing in your hands
Hold it tight and let the boatman
Stop trying to find reasons