An unreal realm,
beneath a white fog of a morning dew.
With a ruler which mane means ‘the invisible one’.
To reach this realm you have to cross a river.
For a penny the ferryman will take you across.
But only when gods are good disposed to you,
will there be a place for you in Elysion.
But know this.
No life lives forever,
and death man will never,
rise up.
‘cause once you’ve set foot ashore,
there’s no turning back.