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