Ferrier of the Dead Lyrics

"And here the dreaded ferryman guards the flood,
grisly in his squalor - Charon...
his scraggly beard a tangled mat of white, his eyes
fixed in a fiery stare, and his grimy rags hang down
from his shoulders by a knot. But all on his own
he puts his craft with a pole and hoists sail
as he ferries the dead souls in his rust-red skiff.
He's on in years, but a god's old age is hale and green."

He was born in a time before remembering
From the union of the Gods of darkness and night
Primordial deities, children of Chaos
Erebus and Nyx - they fathered Charon

Deathless demon of the underworld
In shining silver I'll pay my toll
Your eyes are like a glowing coals
I won't fall into the deep below

Son of night and shadow, ferrier of the dead
Please convey our shades to the shores of Hell
The abode of the lost where we have to go
In the boat of sinners through the River of Woe!

He rows back and forth across the waters of Acheron
With his hand upon the oar he grimly takes course
Into the eternal hereafter in Hades
Where our departed souls will rove for ages (and ages)

Deathless demon of the underworld
In shining silver I'll pay my toll
Your eyes are like a glowing coals
I won't fall into the deep below

Son of night and shadow, ferrier of the dead
Please convey our shades to the shores of Hell
The abode of the lost where we have to go
In the boat of sinners through the River of Woe!