[Lyric] Coins for the Ferryman (Nequient)

The tragic irony
Jester in agony
No one should die like this

All those sordid stories
Of drunken glories
Shadowed by the abyss
The chimes at midnight
Now go silent
Your life torn away
Swift and violent

Dancing on the edge
Till the day you stumble

Looking for sense in the chaos
Can only lead to madness
Narratives formed out of grief
The terror that fuels belief

A cold consolation
After devastation:
A fitting tribute
Waiting to follow suit
Accelerating decay
Devourеd from within
You dwindle to ashes

Every gеsture is a futile one
In the face of loss
Coins for the ferryman
Still a river to cross

The players disappear
When the curtains fall
There’s no grand finale
And no last call

By a voice haunted still, a voice now silenced

Empty words, hope for healing
With a wound still gaping
Coins for the ferryman

Fill your cup at Lethe and drink deep