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Can you pay the fair? |
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Open your mouth and spit the buried coin |
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The boat is ready to sail |
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Step inside |
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I am the ferryman |
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We'll sail the river of woe |
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The Dark River |
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Dark River |
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On its brink is the end of hope |
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The Dark River |
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Acheron And a wind blew like the breath of a dying man |
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And the waters spawned sounds |
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From the motion of slimy reptile tongues |
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My guests are many |
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And they won't leave this peaceful place of fading screams |
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Eyes shut |
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Gaze mesmerized at the circular form of zero |
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They sailed the river of woe |
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The Dark River |
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Dark River |
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They found the end of hope |
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The Dark River |
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Dark River |
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They found the end of hope |
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The Dark River |
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Acheron On tunnels underground chthonian delties mock the icons that turned blank |
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The shades of the once beautiful |
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Can you pay the fair? |
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Open your mouth and spit the buried coin |
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The boat is ready to sail |
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Step inside |
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I am the ferryman |
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Acheron Dark |
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River Acheron |
