The Far Bank at the River Styx

Look forward to the wire
Or wither on the vine
There is no rest in our world
And seldom prescience of mind
Some men were born for the war
One way or the other
Nature was the enemy
Unbeaten was the path
On a road to nowhere
In the eye of winter's wrath
On this road to nowhere
We were shit-eating dogs
Who heeded the call of the wild
In thе filth, in the rust
And into the valley bеlow
Where we pissed at death’s door
He would tremble to take us

Those fucking dogs
From that stygian rift
Would steal the coins from our eyes
And left us there at our end
If it were not for our fate alone
We would curse this place
To the far bank at the River Styx
But the outlaws roam the forbidden frontiers
And carve their crest in the earth
With iron in their words
If it were not for our fate alone
We would curse this place
To the far bank at the River Styx