O, for a soul that is lost
Hoping the wind will hide it
An a unbreakable fort
Where maybe it will fit
From a deadly frost
O, for a soul that is lost
That Wanders carelessly
forgoting what it sought
In a vast desert
Where it is trapped endlessly
O, for a soul that is empty
Not dead Nor alive
With nothing but a chanty
To remember home
Whose people were wealthy
O, for a soul
Finally Meeting charon
To fulfil his role
Guiding it through the styx
Whom color was like lapis and coal
O, for a soul
getting judged
For it sins and crimes
But it didnt know what they were
As that was his curse