Trevor Belmont and Sypha Belnades walk along the beaten, tattered, worn out path
Along with love and hope as their guides
The make their way from where they are to the other side

They make it from the cemetary
After planting flowers in the dirt
In front of the tombstones
The walk to their secret place to which no one knows
They see the fog and the mist

They cloak themselves in the darkness
Side by side they gaze out at the estuary
The ferryman lies in wait

For Trevor and Sypha walk hand in hand
As they approach the ferryman
They pay their toll
And walk aboard his barge
For a night, to see the lake as large