Crushed And Dragged To The Swamp

Awake in the mud, one with the ground Ancient hunger, cold fire burns Silent dragging, wet death awaits Watch the grotesque opening its gates Swamp mother Serpent whip Swamp calling Devil's gift Under the blood red skies of past Breaking all bones, turned into dust For the right hand path now it's too late Swamp has a crown, one with the ground Swamp mother Serpent whip Swamp calling Devil's gift