Living a false life
Thinking it was paradise
Feeling like a demon
Begging for blood
Living like Charon

Making passages
Waiting for the souls on my boat
They'll see what's no longer clear

It'll be stealthy
Skirting around the thorns
Feeling death in the vicinity
Spying Hades deciding the destinies
Smiling at every good soul
Being indifferent to every bad soul
Making it stealthy

I almost touched the Moon
The stars turned to magic dust
It's still too early to decide which world I'll stay in
Young with eternal life
Maybe the blood still attracts them

Making passages
Waiting for the souls on my boat
They'll see what's no longer clear

It'll be stealthy
Skirting around the thorns
Feeling death in the vicinity
Spying Hades deciding the destinies
Smiling at every good soul
Being indifferent to every bad soul
Making it stealthy