The Black River

In the gloom there's whisper of water

Flowing among the stones. The river is black.

When you bend your head

In a glimpse you can see a sad face

It's fading and then your face appears

Sink into the ebony current of Acheron

Cross to the other side

The river cuts the world into halves

On one side live those who believe in lies

On the other - those who believe

That the light is not everything.

There he is...

Sink into the ebony current of Acheron

Cross to the other side

Sink into the ebony current of Acheron

Cross to the other side

Sink into the ebony current of Acheron

Cross to the other side

Sink into the ebony current of Acheron

Cross to the other side