Testo di Charon

The souls are approaching their destinies Trembling in darkness and lost By the Acheron river they gather confused And slowly the ferry arrives A man silhouette through the sulfurean mists On the boat that carries the dead Its voice comes profoundly Resounding in the air In awe the shadows retreat A figure in black Fiery and grim Tall, skinny old man Charon (lunga e sfuma sulla prossima parola) Woe to you Wicked spirits! Hope not Ever to see the sky again I come to take you To the other shore across Into eternal darkness, there to dwell In fierce heat and in ice Sighs... lamentations... Loud Moans... Dispair... The old man is here to collect them all Those spirits, faint and naked, gashing their teeth Demoniac figure with coal burning eyes Beckons and strikes with his oar All those who linger on the dark wretched strand Voice outcrying deep and hoars [Chorus]