From the pristine emerald seas of autumn sorrows The giver of life weaves desolate tomorrows We revere a kindred bond still bleeding The histories of the hopeful The ever, last, yet distant paths toward rapture A refuge from the baleful Sons of charon, thou art my kindred veil Sons of charon, journeying beyond the rivers of death Sons of charon, into the thresholds of the unseen Sons of charon, thou art my kindred veil Fragile petals, fragmented selves Deflowered by the gathering of unlight A cacophony of wonderous lust meandering In the blazing fires of darkness Raven dusk wings cast their shadows All over the triviality of being An eventide dissolving the emptiness of a haunting consciousness The fragrant beauty of the unknown Still kindles the rancour of our rage Forever brethren in supplication, thee we shall mourn