By Peter Bolton

Trapped in your own death
life's answer is now solved
as lifes last breath
escapes from you.
It leaves your body
to chill.
Now see who or what is true.
Your soul shakes free.
Watch your mortal form
then turn your face to me.

Walk down the eternal path
towards the burning lake. Call out for Charon.
For your soul's sake
keep payment till the far shore.
One thousand have sunk
and one thousand more
rest upon the lake's bed,
on these soulss demons feed.

The fires part for you,
souls scream, souls laugh.
Voices from the grave bound whisper.
"Are you sure of your path?"
"Can you keep yourself true?"
Another voice, another mist
just to break you down.
"Pay your fare now."
but if you do you'll drown.

"Do you think you want burn?"
"You're decaying and turning to dust."
"Never to return."
Three whispers rhymed to you.
We care not
for your mortal flesh.
The only thoughts we have got
is to molest your soul
with the fires so hot.

At you the voices call.
Left, right, back and forth
thje whispers pull.
To and fro you sway.
Try to ignore thier call.
The voices clash
in hpoe you will fall.
Teasing you to take a splash.
Only the strong
can ignore the hypnotic call.
Prove you are mighty
or prove yourself a fool.

Venture forth on your quest,
only climb aboard with courage.
"Return to earth is best."
The paddle dips and waters part.
The far shore nears.
A world of screams
and a rain of tears
awaits there for you.
A world trapped in fears.

Open the seven gates
pass the first, seek the second.
Behind each is worsening fates.
Is this just a dream
playing inside your mind.
Try to wake up, to see.
All you will find
it is so real, you'll see me.

Turn around flee this place
I caution you here now.
Run,turn away your face.
I brought you through
for the sport of the chase.
I am hunting you
and I will set the pace.
Amen to you, hellbound.
What runs through your mind.
The reason for here is found.
It's you I will find
and run you to the ground