The Demon of the Mire - The Vision Bleak

作曲: Vision Bleak
In the murk of the firs and depth of the ponds a nameless horror did swell
From whence it came and whither it shall go not the wisest man could tell
Just one shuttered light through the darkness shines a lonesome hut at the fetid moor...
It is filled with fright and with hopeless whines from a boy, young and pure
Wind howls -evil prowls at the chamber door
Fog rolls -dead souls in the dark galore
Wood crack -pitch black at the chamber door
Swamps brew -clouds spew in the dark galore
It is the demon of the mire, he shall rest fornevermore
Whom he calls and haunts by ill desire, he shall rest fornevermore
Through his realms he leads his ghostly choir, he shall rest fornevermore
It is the demon of the mire, he shall rest fornevermore
The boy it did consume, forever he will dwell in the malice of his doom...
Wind howls -evil prowls at the chamber door
Fog rolls -dead souls in the dark galore
Wood crack -pitch black at the chamber door
Swamps brew -clouds spew in the dark galore
It is the demon of the mire, he shall rest fornevermore
Whom he calls and haunts by ill desire, he shall rest fornevermore
Through his realms he leads his ghostly choir, he shall rest fornevermore
It is the demon of the mire, he shall rest fornevermore