Upon the banks of the Acheron Were corpses lay bare Across burning coals he treads A path few would dare to seek A journey to the hall of hades He seeks the treasures of necromancy Through ctonic pathways His soul prepared In reverence to The cult of the dead
Cimmerian priests open the gates The countless shades of the dead Infect him They speak to me from blazing tongues Induce the gnosis of death Ascend the path of seeker I became the path itself For he who seeks the river Styx Shall come to know his souls intent
