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Have you ever taken a trip

   Across the river Styx?

   Where Charon is the boatman

   Who will take you across

   For two silver coins

   He'll row you to Hades

   He guides the fallen ones

   The warriors who died

   When the battle is nigh you must fight to survive

   It's what you've been training for all of your life

   Your blade faintly glows by the moon's pallid light

   And the blood of your foes paints the skies red tonight

   With a cry that chills bone, your sword finds its mark

   You look back to find more dangers in the dark

   “To live by the sword, is to die by the sword”

   With a stab in the chest, you'll be gone from this world

   Now, when everything grows cold

   You remember what you were told

   On the riverside you wait

   Until the boatman can be paid

   And when the air is still

   You feel the deathly chill

   Beyond the distant gates

   Your resting place awaits



   And when it all goes black

   There is no coming back

   The ending of your tale

   When Charon's boat sets sail

   He rows the boat to the other side

   Take the trip to your afterlife

   Your final journey where Hades exists

   Across the river called the Styx

   A new day is here, let the battle resume

   Another legion of men who will meet their doom

   All the souls of the fallen the boatman shall guide

   The shores of the Styx will be crowded tonight

   He rows the boat to the other side

   Take the trip to your afterlife

   Your final journey, where Hades exists

   Across the river called the Styx.