Gates of the Underworld

Lyrics:
Down to the underworld, through shadows we glide,
Past echoes of the lost, where all grief resides,
A realm of the silent, where time ceases to flow,
In the afterlife's grasp, where the forgotten go.
The ferryman waits, his hand outstretched thin,
Over waters that swirl with the wages of sin.
Faces without names, eyes without light,
Drifting to lands where day merges with night.
Step by step on this forsaken trail.
Down to the underworld, through shadows we glide,
Past echoes of the lost, where all grief resides,
A realm of the silent, where time ceases to flow,
In the afterlife's grasp, where the forgotten go.
Down to the underworld, through shadows we glide,
Past echoes of the lost, where all grief resides,
A realm of the silent, where time ceases to flow,
In the afterlife's grasp, where the forgotten go.

[@TheCaptnChaos]

Wait until 0:48, then comes the build up followed by a blatant drop (even if you find the beginning boring, it's worth the wait 🙂)