Charon waits patiently by his ferry for a soul
Smiling at your screams while your flesh turns to bone
His hollow eye sockets show the horror of deaths stare
As he takes you on a journey into your deepest darkest fear
Your flame burnt Brightly but it had to be put out
Your life melts into one where pleasure is derived from your screams and shout
As thanatos comes as the representation of death
His wings stop your heart as you take in your final breath
Now all the children cry and widows weep
Wishing you would awake from your endless sleep
