Boatman's 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