Ninth Circle:

 

I feel my fires fade
And hear the waters call
Charon´s vessel awaits (me)
A coin rests in my hands

 

A coin rests in my hands

 

With strength I clasp my obolus
While I stare into the floods
The ferryman demands his price
The great abyss lies ahead

 

My coin I must now bury
Beneath my dying tongue
As a shadow I will walk
Among my own departed kind

 

As a shadow
Among my own

 

Burning Phlegethon, across river Styx
Into the west, into the void I will go
Oh Hades, I long for your ninth circle
Into the west, into the void I will go

 

Into the west, into the void I will go
Oh Hades, I long for your embrace
Into the west, into the west, into the west,
Into the void I will go and die

 

The old man calls for me
To push his keel into black waves
Four mourning waters to cross
Lethe to offer oblivion

 

Four mourning waters

 

I am a falling star
As I kiss Acheron´s waters
But without fear I walk on
And set sail for the realm of Hades

 

I set the sail

 

Into the deep black reich

 

Into Hades´ reich