Swamp Spells

Under the full moon, into the swamps you lurk
In search of the horrid secrets of Hell
To the house made of Virgin’s bones and hides
The abode of the witch, of whence none return
Into your foolish mind
My nightmare spells shall sleep
And deep under the black swamp waters
You shall sleep
Into your foolish mind
My nightmare spells shall sleep
And deep under the black swamp waters
You shall sleep
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
Into your foolish mind
My nightmare spells shall sleep
And deep under the black swamp waters
You shall sleep
Into your foolish mind
My nightmare spells shall sleep
And deep under the black swamp waters
You shall sleep
Into your foolish mind
My nightmare spells shall sleep
And deep under the black swamp waters
You shall sleep