The Black River

In the gloom there's whisper of water Flowing among the stones. The river is black. When you bend your head In a glimpse you can see a sad face It's fading and then your face appears Sink into the ebony current of Acheron Cross to the other side The river cuts the world into halves On one side live those who believe in lies On the other - those who believe That the light is not everything. There he is... Sink into the ebony current of Acheron Cross to the other side Sink into the ebony current of Acheron Cross to the other side Sink into the ebony current of Acheron Cross to the other side Sink into the ebony current of Acheron Cross to the other side