The stench of the reaper calling
rides the waters surrounding me.
Blackenend by the faces of the dying.
Warning all to take heed.
Take me into your world.
Guid me beyond the gate
Acheron, the waters of phasing,
grant me your own tongue
Take these, my generous offers
to make mine, to be your own.
The stench of the reaper calling
rides the waters surrounding me.
Blackenend by the faces of the dying.
Warning all to take heed.
The price of coming this close to the window of eternity.
The knowledge, it burns.
The craving, it turns.
The price of coming this close to the window of eternity.
The knowledge, it burns.
The craving, it turns.
Burn me
Turn me
Burn me
Turn me
If I cannot deflect the will of Heaven, I shall move to Hell.
Take me into your world.
Guid me beyond the gate
Acheron, the waters of phasing,
grant me your own tongue
Take these, my generous offers
to make mine, to be your own.
The answer to all my dealings
lies here within these walls.
And in this form of madness
I'll find that what I seek to know.

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