Acid Witch - 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...

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