Wading through the cold waters of this lifeless shore
Obol paid, passage ensured
Charon's eyes linger on my form
Eternal life is something to abhor

Horrid phylactery
Soul interred, cyclical rebirth
Lychgate calls me, chimes lead me
Strange melodies not quite of this earth

(Solo - Rauch)

Limbs dead weight in a turbulent sea
A frothing black mixture of death and disease
The winds in my sail boiling fumes from deceased, corrupted men
In the prime of their brine

Eternal life is something to abhor
Horrid phylactery
Soul interred, cyclical rebirth
Lychgate calls me, chimes lead me
Strange melodies not quite of this earth

To pass over into the endless abyss is what it means to be alive
You are only truly living when you choose to die
Pass through the lychgate
Pass through the threshold

Waning of the tide has thinned the space between hell and I

Now caught between Scylla and Charybdis
Beset on by all sides
I will cross the river

Currents cleanse
Dead shore awaits
Flesh Decays
Fragile body swept away

Boundless, binding
In chains writhing
Lychgate, threshold
Past that untold
Black moon is rising
Melody reprising
Phylactery the prison, the vestige, the image, the pain