The Hissing Marshes

Seductress infernal, she twists into form
From slumber awakened
Aflame in the twilight, in league with the storm
To poison salvation
The thunderous echoes and the cries of the damned
Haunting the waters
Lost souls, they wander upon burning paths
Ripe for slaughter

The madness, the terror, the sin

Drink from the chalice of death
The bewitching force of the cloven hoof
Syphons the breath and soul

Dragged through the hissing marshes
And into the deep
Dragged through the marshes

Spellbound and willing, the grotesque divine
The grip of the devil
The abyssal gateway betwixt life and death
Beckons the vessel
The hand’s feeble grasp, in ecstasy ravaged
Coiled in serpents
The pale kiss enchanting, the spirit adrift
The water’s lament

The madness, the terror, the sin

Drink from the chalice of death
The bewitching force of the cloven hoof
Syphons the breath and soul

Dragged through the hissing marshes
And into the deep
Dragged through the marshes

Dragged through the hissing marshes
And into the deep
Dragged through the marshes

Into the water you go