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Once after my interment
Before my soul's been weighed
In Charon's vessel, there I sat
For the ferryman I prayed;

Charon, Charon, my dear friend, you are my last hope
Answer all of my questions, I'm willing to know;
How's my mother, my father and all who I have left?
Are they missing their dead son? Am I remebered?

But the skeleton said nothing
Silence slowly closed in us
Till I fed up and decided
To speak once more and break the hush

Charon, Charon, cruel friend, why are you so mute?
Answer all of my questions, I'm craving to know;
Is my tomb still visited? Oh, am I still mourned?
Is there any who plant there some flowers to grow?

But Charon went on rowing
He pulled without a word.
And my words just kept flowing
And I asked one last question.

Charon, Charon, noseless nerd, coldhearted monster!
Answer at least one question, I demand to know!
If about the living matters you remain stout silent,
Tell me where this old vessel is about to go?

Then the boatman looked at me,
He showed me his skinless jaw
I clearly saw his frightful grin
And teeth-shattering he spoke.

I've been rowing this vessel for thousands of ages,
I have met a lot of souls, I can't tell so much.
Their temper, they speak to me, very roughly ranges,
But from that their destination my job is to judge.

From your words I see clearly your very nature,
You asked it, I let you hear; here is my answer.
You're missing nobody, neighter mother nor father,
It is just your memory, you're only concerned.

While living your reputation was only you've dealt
Now you're dead, so it's memory, everything you've left
Where this boat is going? Now easy to tell.
Your are full of vanity. Your're going to Hell.