For time has lost its name,

As Shadows of the darkness dance

 To silent tunes, profane.

Upon a ferryman’s grave,

Mourners beg his soul to save.

As laughter echoes down cavernous halls

 The madmen of the night rant and rave.

Still I see, the folly of me,

As I try to reason this night.

 The burdens I bare are plain to see,

For peace and quiet have taken flight

Only to be replaced by a desire to be free.

 So,

I will bid you farewell,

 if this favor you will do.

It is simple you see, all I need is

For you to lift from the gatekeeper

His key.

And then from this prison tomb,

 I will escape into the night,

I shall leave the legions of darkness

 Wondering how and when,

 the ferryman took his flight.