V1.
Sand falls through the hourglass,
Getting Weaker as the hours pass,
Beneath these stains of time,
Forgotten words from an ancient rhyme,
Sung by lost souls on the banks of Acheron,
Pennyless and alone, waiting for Charon.
V2.
As the widow mourns the loss of her love,
Her man finds himself at the vestibule the leads to hell itself,
He can hear the screams of anguish from the damned souls,
A virtual cacophany of torment and agony.
CH.
I am the way into the doleful city,
I am the way into eternal grief,
I am the way to a forsaken race,
Justice it was that moved my creator,
Divine omnipotence created me
(Divine, omnipotence)
Highest wisdom, and primal love,
(Highest wisdom, and primal love)
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
(Before me nothing but eternal things were made)
And I shall last eternally.
(abandon hope, all you who enter).
V3.
A coffin covered in tears drowns the wailing,
The widow cries her soleful tune amongst the graves,
He can hear her sobs from beyond this world as if begging,
Just begging for him to give in to the pain.