| Hearing things at night
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| Swaying in accursed waters
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| Glistening
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| He’s staring at you
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| Dark misty skies
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| All you see are broken shadows
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| Everywhere
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| Something’s there
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| Like a hidden treasure, no gold just blood
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| Splintered bones a memory, a tomb of mud
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| It’s too late for you now, you are here to stay
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| Your final resting place, this land of decay
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| Whispers brought you here
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| Where the living meets the rotten
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| It’s choking
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| And feeding on you
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| See the thick fog rise
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| Something lurks beneath th waters
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| This stagnant lair
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| Eyes evrywhere
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| When everything is breaking, inside of you
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| The tree of knowledge, bears rotten fruit
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| Worship the deceiver, the unholy one
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| Fear the non-believer, Satan in the swamps
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| When everything is breaking, inside of you
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| The tree of knowledge, bears rotten fruit
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| Worship the deceiver, the unholy one
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| Fear the non-believer, Satan in the swamps |