Death is his life - he kills the innocent for his own need The end of his knife is stained with the blood of a forgotten creed Running alone, living his life in sincerity The fall of a throne satisfies his need for security Many men before in their foolish youth have tried to mislead the Ferryman To pass the cold waters with reason uncouth, they tried to play him a merryman From a forgotten land he rules the waters to eternity His bony hand is ridden with the blood of his daring prey He works for a god & a devil as well Oh ! watch him nod as you enter his hell He peers out from his hood laughing aloud as you step in his lair His black ugly hood stares into souls as he asks for his fare But take care foolish passenger please beware of the Ferryman !