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...