Boatmans Call - Ereb Altor

A man in coat unknown

A voice so dark and cold

And skin pale and white

He walks throughout the land

Sickness and death in his trace

Men reeks of fear when he arrives

Slowly by foot he scorched the land

Until a river of greatness appears at his feet

Driven by a force from beyond

He must pass to complete his task

No one can deny his will

He can turn himself into a friend

Deceiving and deadly he is

And the boatman

Fooled to row the boat to the other side

After the crossing he said:

«I will not pay you

I’ll give you a gift

A blessing from plague

When the others will die

You will live»

The boatman returns to his shore

Finding the mark of the plague

All are dead

Left all alone, he search the lands

All he ever found was death

The boatman’s call

A wish to die, torment of solitude

The boatman’s call