There is a night when you've never seen

There lives a woman as old as the trees

And I clawed my way

Through the waves just to have a look at her ancient face

I said, "Bleed me dry, take the fear from my veins

Infuse them with poison, arm me with pain

Let every touch turn man to swine

So not even the gods can take what is mine"

So the air I breathe, I can breathe without

No cut and, no kill can still my lips

I will never be carried over the Styx"

By her feet, I knelt in the sand

'Til she lifted me up with a touch of her hand

And though her eyes had seen centuries

I saw my own face staring back at me

I said, "Bleed me dry take the fear from my veins

Infuse them with poison, arm me with pain

Let every touch turn man to swine

So not even the gods can take what is mine"

I begged, "Choke my lungs, make me feel like I'll drown

So the air I breathe, I can breathe without

No cut and no kill can still my lips

I will never be carried over the Styx"

Call me hateful but don't twist my words

I'm hateful because I fear the world

This story of mine is not black nor white

It just depends on if you're telling it right

And I can't sit out the storm

Pretend I'm not here at all

I would rather drown in these waves

Than drown in the pretense of being safe

Bleed me dry take the fear from my veins

Infuse them with poison, arm me with pain

Let every touch turn man to swine

So not even the gods can take what is mine

And I begged, "Choke my lungs, make me feel like I'll drown

So the air I breathe, I can breathe without

No cut and no kill can still my lips

I will never be carried over the Styx"