Swamp Spells Lyrics

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...



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

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