Dirge of a Dying Soul

As I chased a ghost from a feverish dream

I got lost as I fled from the sun

Through an endless night I walked alone

The last hope I had clung to was gone

And the wind, and the trees, and the birds in the sky

Had all become silent as death

From the ground rose a foreboding smell

And fog appeared to ascend

Then I froze in my tracks and looked up

When I realized that this is the place where I die

Into the river I stepped and bade

This age one last goodbye

May I drift away in Acheron's swirls

May my body be one with the earth again

As I travel from world to world

The black water so cold to my skin

As I sigh and exhale my last breath

My lungs are ash, my mind is void

Now I'm waiting for death

To the unknown waters ahead

Now as I sink I look up to the surface

And oh, what a sight to behold!

Blessed be the unfortunate ones

That hear this dirge of a dying soul