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...