Before the seas I stand — recalling thought of old Drenched int he breaking waves Upon these shores of cold, of cold Thru the mist the silhouette of charon emerges His hand outstretched to take this — my meager penance Transport this shell of death to the netherworlds beyond Brought home to serve now that my earthly time is done Freed from the skin that once Entrapped my spiritual being My time has come Thru the glowing lands which bear the tree and fruit forbidden Pleasures to man which for his sake shall now remain hidden Beyond the mountains and across far reaching seas I shall seek the ones who've made this journey long before me My time is done, here for me