The Far Bank at the River Styx

Look forward to the wire

Or wither on the vine

There is no rest in our world

And seldom prescience of mind

Some men were born for the war

One way or the other

Nature was the enemy

Unbeaten was the path

On a road to nowhere

In the eye of winter's wrath

On this road to nowhere

We were shit-eating dogs

Who heeded the call of the wild

In the filth, in the rust

And into the valley below

Where we pissed at death's door

He would tremble to take us

Those fucking dogs

From that stygian rift

Would steal the coins from our eyes

And left us there at our end

If it were not for our fate alone

We would curse this place

To the far bank at the River Styx

But the outlaws roam the forbidden frontiers

And carve their crest in the earth

With iron in their words

If it were not for our fate alone

We would curse this place

To the far bank at the River Styx