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