Текст песни The Vision Bleak - The Demon Of The Mire

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.

Winds 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 for nevermore.
Whom he calls and haunts by ill desire,
he shall rest for nevermore.

Through his realms he leads his ghostly choir,
he shall rest for nevermore.
It is the demon of the mire,
he shall rest for nevermore.

The boy it did consume,
forever he will dwell in the malice of his doom.

Winds 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 for nevermore.
Whom he calls and haunts by ill desire,
he shall rest for nevermore.

Through his realms he leads his ghostly choir,
he shall rest for nevermore.
It is the demon of the mire,
he shall rest for nevermore.