Don't mind the lyrics

On misty and moonless nights,

When darkness swallows the water's edge.

A ferryman awaits his passenger,

Ready to quench his rage.

A wooden boat, a lonely man,

Draped in a traditional silk dress.

A silent ride waiting by the banks,

Full of mystery and distress.

He takes you across the river,

At times no one would dare.

Shrouded in dense fog,

He vanishes into thin air.

Passers-by talk of tales,

Of an unmanned boat drifting on it's own.

A warning to never cross the river at night,

Specially when riding alone.