In the face of a ferryman, there lies the bitter truth

He has seen horrors from the past

That others dare not speak about.

His hands are calloused from holding a sword too great

His soul is the one of a warrior

He walks along a path of burden

Which no one else can see

He hates the pity he sees in others faces,

And the stares of awe in the younger generations

Only one other knows what is written in those deep eyes

But she is dead since long ago

His best friend and confidant slaughtered by his enemies

He carries the world on his shoulders

But no one can see the man inside the mask

They only see the hero

That really doesn´t exist