embracing the styx

blood runs free

down the river

i'm the weeper

the life bereaver

i cross the styx

with coins.onyx

without the trumpets and horns and pyres

final curtain

death is certain

harpies sing

my soul is hurting

razors

rope

mountains of dope

does it matter

there's no hope

embracing the styx

life is floating out

wave after wave

embracing the styx

i sail with charon this day

embracing the styx

life is floating out

wave after wave

embracing the styx

me

my wrists and a blade

in times of eternal darkness

in times of peace and embrace

when the minstrel of atrophy mock us

there's need for love and there's need for death

too late for understanding

too late for your tears

i wait for the last descending

to the opal city and the flaming stairs

i surrender

i return to dust

it must end here

in daze and dusk

so i cry

for all of us

and i smile

as i die. a small breeze in time

waiting and waiting

for a moment of truth and a sun

dreaming and dreaming

'til the dreams were crushed by our hands

great thoughts of a triumphing giant

was given these golden-brown wings

a man who was an ant an a lion

died on the isle of the king