| Song | Swamphell |
| Artist | Kalmah |
| Album | They Will Return |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kokko, Kokko | |
| Watery rubber boots | |
| On the field of moss | |
| Inside the boots weary legs | |
| Of the man I always meet | |
| Swamp full of mist | |
| Icy embrace | |
| Nothing left of | |
| Sense of direction | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Swamphell | |
| Kill me, let me sink in your lap | |
| Once was the air crystal clear | |
| Secular joys were so near | |
| Glory days have left behind | |
| Swamplord calls now misty mind | |
| Swamp full of mist | |
| Icy embrace | |
| Nothing left of | |
| Sense of direction | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| When there is nothing left on the surface | |
| And the wind is blowing slow | |
| Under the carpet of moss | |
| Finally I meet my Swamplord |
| zuo qu : Kokko, Kokko | |
| Watery rubber boots | |
| On the field of moss | |
| Inside the boots weary legs | |
| Of the man I always meet | |
| Swamp full of mist | |
| Icy embrace | |
| Nothing left of | |
| Sense of direction | |
| Chorus: | |
| Swamphell | |
| Kill me, let me sink in your lap | |
| Once was the air crystal clear | |
| Secular joys were so near | |
| Glory days have left behind | |
| Swamplord calls now misty mind | |
| Swamp full of mist | |
| Icy embrace | |
| Nothing left of | |
| Sense of direction | |
| Chorus: | |
| When there is nothing left on the surface | |
| And the wind is blowing slow | |
| Under the carpet of moss | |
| Finally I meet my Swamplord |
| zuò qǔ : Kokko, Kokko | |
| Watery rubber boots | |
| On the field of moss | |
| Inside the boots weary legs | |
| Of the man I always meet | |
| Swamp full of mist | |
| Icy embrace | |
| Nothing left of | |
| Sense of direction | |
| Chorus: | |
| Swamphell | |
| Kill me, let me sink in your lap | |
| Once was the air crystal clear | |
| Secular joys were so near | |
| Glory days have left behind | |
| Swamplord calls now misty mind | |
| Swamp full of mist | |
| Icy embrace | |
| Nothing left of | |
| Sense of direction | |
| Chorus: | |
| When there is nothing left on the surface | |
| And the wind is blowing slow | |
| Under the carpet of moss | |
| Finally I meet my Swamplord |