Tonight it seemed my final hour drew near, A journey waits for me that all must face with fear. I stand upon the shore of Styx, the famed and mythical river, A coin is in my hand to hire the great deliver. Hey Charon, ferry me to the shore across! Away from a world of pain, of sorrow, and all loss. May I reach the glorious fields of Elysium’s bliss, Which awaits the heroes, both he and she, with a loving kiss. May they welcome me there even with my old mistakes, I will be able to stay among the righteous for goodness sakes. Hey Charon, ferry me to the shore across! Away from a world of pain, of sorrow, and all loss. To the fields that are full of voices all around, Belonging to the heroes on hallowed ancient ground. Those who lived through vast antiquity’s great beauty, There in the kingdoms of heroes, fulfilling their duty. Hey Charon, ferry me to the shore across! Away from a world of pain, of sorrow, and all loss. May the river Lethe shield my loved ones from the blow, From the sorrow of my passing in this world below. Perhaps one day this fate will come to my own head, But I am alive for now, so let us celebrate instead. Hey Charon, do not take me to the shore across! I am still in the world of life and all the joy that is not loss!!!
