Swamp Spells

I. 

Under the fullmoon, into the swamp you lurk... 

In search of the horrid secrets of HELL 

To the house made of Virgin's bones & hides 

The abode of the witch, of whence home return... 



II. 

Moss hangs from the roof like a corpse's hair, 

Cypress roots stick through the scum like fingers. 

Even reptile horrors do shrink in FEAR from it. 

But all too curious, you knock upon Her door... 

Chorus: Into your foolish mind my nightmare spells shall sleep 

& deep under the black swamp-waters, you shall SLEEP...