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Back and forth alone he rows out of the dark

Feeds on sorrow and death around

Charon doesn't pity suffering nor pain

For centuries he rowed

The boat of wasted souls

Until he once grew tired and now claims all for the power

They stand by the river

The dead flow is diverted to form a rebel army

They stand by the river, they stand by the river

Angry and dead

He turns dead ones into slaves to sacrifice

The Styx he crossed so long is full of demons' blood

Feeds on sorrow and death around

Until he once grew tired and now claims all for the power

They stand by the river

The dead flow is diverted to form a rebel army

They stand by the river, they stand by the river

Angry and dead