Song Lyrics
in the swamp by the lakeside
leaking from the cracks of earth
Leaking from the cracks of earth, in the leaden skies unrest
Spawning from the water, he hailed his grave Miasma, stirring from the spring of bones
the pestilential fog enthroned
condemned to contain the virulent curse in him
a roiling plague
And their chant goes on and on and on, in the echoes of their dying chant
He reached out for a secret that should have remained lost, he hailed his grave, black miasma over fields of red
Listen them sing when the moon s ablaze, his asylum inside the lungs of townsmen Black, his shadow thick miasmal afterbirth
Heed this tale of him who heard the lunatic refrain, stirring from the spring of bones, leaking from the cracks of earth
a roiling plague
now consumed by the black earth never to be seen again
Now consumed by the black earth never to be seen again, he reached out for a secret that should have remained lost
he reached out for a secret that should have remained lost
Stirring from the spring of bones, in the leaden skies unrest, in the swamp by the lakeside
in the dirges of their souls nearing death
a hundred-voice hymn dying
Black death over fields of red, a heart lay solely beating
Heed this tale of him who heard the lunatic refrain, condemned to contain the virulent curse in him Black, now consumed by the black earth never to be seen again
lowered lies the conqueror s wreath