It's crowded on the bark
Eternal screams
Clanging through the darkness
Waiting to be debarked
My eternal judgment
Which is lasting forever
We are told to keep rowing
Although my muscles are sore
A coin as a sign of a burden
Of my affiliated ones
Which at the same time poses a chance to us
Those among us without currency
Awaited a destiny
In the abyss of river Acheron
Their screams are filled with bloodlust
To endure this never-ending torture
Swallowed by dark fluid
Slowly surrounded by bitterness
And the fog clears like the screams in my head
Revealing our final destination to come
To be deprived of our ability to act
Hostage to death and its immobility
Bound by our own destiny
Everyone attending
Their eternal judgment
Our eternal judgment!