At the Shores of Acheron

These restless souls who wander along the river

Without a chance to cross it

Charon will not agree to let them go on a transit over Lethe

They want to suppress what they have done in life

They want to neglect their pitiful demise

They wish to forget about their worthlessness

Without an impact on what will be

For hundreds of years

At the shores of Acheron

Earthly shells, cold and pale

Restlessly dwelling as shadows

Earthly shells, cold and pale

False hopes delude the rich and the prolific

An enormous offer leads to the same result

The weight of their force will be hollow

Only equal sacrifices allow to follow

There are no pockets in a shroud

Are there chosen ones without guilt?

Are there chosen ones without sins?

Are there chosen ones with devotion?

Are there chosen ones with reliance?

For hundreds of years

At the shores of Acheron

Earthly shells, cold and pale

Restlessly dwelling as shadows

Earthly shells, cold and pale

For those who pay the obolus - the transit will be granted

For those who were unworthy - the wait will be expanded

For those who try to overwhelm - their last light will be darkened

For those who share humility - their burden will be carried

For those who pay the obolus - the transit will be granted

For those who were unworthy - the wait will be expanded

For those who try to overwhelm - their last light will be darkened

For those who share humility - Charon will carry their burden