Upon the banks of the Acheron
Were corpses lay bare
Across burning coals he treads
A path few would dare to seek
A journey to the hall of hades
He seeks the treasures of necromancy
Through ctonic pathways
His soul prepared
In reverence to
The cult of the dead

Cimmerian priests open the gates
The countless shades of the dead
Infect him
They speak to me from blazing tongues
Induce the gnosis of death
Ascend the path of seeker
I became the path itself
For he who seeks the river Styx
Shall come to know his souls intent