Murder at Boggy Creek

Deep inside in the bog There's a score to settle amidst the ragged fog Waiting for the mark to appear When a wretched noise pummels you with fear The air becomes thick and black A miasma. It's time to turn back Gripped by dread reach for your gun Turn around and start to run You sense the emanation of an unholy thing You realize you've started to scream Disoriented, afraid, and unwell You must escape this swampy hell Escape through the bog pursued by the freak Your lungs start burning and your legs grow weak It's clear that you shouldn't have come to this place And all who do meet a terrible fate Surrounded by bones, rot, carnage, and worms You were lured here never to return Hope running out as the beast draw near It's fueled by hate and it smells your fear Escape through the bog pursued by the freak Tonight there'll be a murder at Boggy Creek