Past the veil of death and decay

As you lie there, wait and pray

The boatman greets you hollow and cold

Two coins cover your eyes, a gift to behold

A river of night, a river of blood

A river of lost souls stuck in mud

The river lay endless, no land in sight

Blink twice and try as you might

Until the boatman’s gone, your feet meet ground

A land unknown, a sight unbound

Walk through the land of the dead

The land of the wise and a land full of dread

There is no guide here, no instruction or tell

For the land of the lost is one of yours to spell

But do not fret for my tale is old

As old as time yet no longer so cold

The land is hidden, all knotted and curled

It is easy to get lost in the underworld