Acheron

The end is foretold
Into the fold
We reach the age
Of albatross

And the priest will lay low
And the thieves will know
We ride the path
Of Acheron

And I, I will remember the name
I will remind them the way
Stare at the sky
Of an ancient time

In the land
In the land of gold
Lead them all
To you

Raise the dead
Raise the dead of old
Lead them all
To you

The еnd is foretold
Into the fold
We rеach the lair
Of albatross

And the priest will lay low
And the thieves will know
We ride the waves
Of Acheron

I, I will remember the name
I will remind them the way
Stare at the sky
Of an ancient time

In the land
In the land of gold
Lead them all
To you

Raise the dead
Raise the dead of old
Lead them all
To you