I can see it in the distance
It's the River they call Styx
An I can see the Boat Man
Waiting for me holding out his hand

Ahead is Charon’s long black boat
In it many souls of those that are dead
A rough unkempt Athenian ******
All dressed in brownish red

His filthy matted beard is uncombed    
His eyes burn like hollow pits of fire
A steady glow off the riverbed
A deathly foul oder laced in his attire

What is it that you pay the Ferryman
When you know your pockets are bare
The two coins that are on your eyelids
Will be enough to pay your fare