blood runs free down the river i m the weeper the life bereaver i cross the styx with coins of onyx without the trumpets and horns and pyres embracing the styx life is floating out wave after wave embracing the styx i sail with charon this day embracing the styx life is floating out wave after wave embracing the styx me my wrists and a blade the final curtain death is certain harpies sing my soul is hurting razors rope mountains of dope does it matter there s no hope embracing the styx life is floating out wave after wave embracing the styx i sail with charon this day embracing the styx life is floating out wave after wave embracing the styx me my wrists and a blade in times of eternal darkness in times of peace and embrace when the minstrel of atrophy mock us there s need for love and there s need for death too late for understanding too late for your tears i wait for the last descending to the opal city and the flaming stairs i surrender i return to dust it must end here in daze and dusk so i cry for all of us and i smile as i die as i die a small breeze in time a small breeze in time embracing the styx life is floating out wave after wave embracing the styx i sail with charon this day embracing the styx life is floating out wave after wave embracing the styx me my wrists and a blade waiting and waiting for a moment of truth and a sun dreaming and dreaming til the dreams were crushed by our hands great thoughts of a triumphing giant was given these golden brown wings a man who was an ant and a lion died on the isle of the king