A pale lean face in the candlelight
A wooden cross in the bony hands
Old women pray for this poor soul
For god's grace for the dying man
Weak eyes stare into the dark
Full of fear and opened wide
See someone who is waiting there
To take him to the other side
A cold touch
A cold breath
A cold voice speaking
Time to get on board now
Come give me your hand
Time to bid farewell
Time to get on board now
Come give me your hand
Time to bid farewell
I'm the ferryman
Priest is speaking words of hope
It's a way into the light
But the storm blows hard and the thunder roars
As the dying man gives up his fight
A cold touch
A cold breath
A cold voice speaking
Time to get...
"Do you wanna see the ferryman?
Do you wanna see the ferryman?
Do you really wanna see the ferryman?
Alright, this is the ferryman!"
Time to get...
Time to get...