I see the ferry with the vestige of the vulture and the shivers run down my spine of my soul as I go to step upon this ride which the destination is already know I give my heart to the man of cloth and put my head down to accept my fate as the moments go by I hear the thunder of the torment and the sadness of my journey as I lift my head to see where I know I have failed the many people that I gave my heart to I can hear the chorus of the angels and a smile comes to my face I think to myself what have i done right in this life and as we come ever closer I hear wake up wake up and rise for you are not dead yet as the despair sinks in and my eyes open to the tragedy of the life I have lived