The Lament of the Ferryman
Valhalla, I yearn for your dark embrace,
I pray you’ll take me from this wretched place.
With a coin in my pocket, her photo in my locket,
I join the march of a billion souls.
To cross the Styx, its banks so old,
Where whispers of shadows and legends unfold.
Never to return to this realm of hate,
Of sin, of sorrow, and cursed fate.