| Shun the swamp, shun the dark
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| Don’t walk astray
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| The friar’s lanterns flickering lights
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| Will lead you off your way
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| The souls of the departed
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| At night they haunt the moor
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| Wail like wraiths in the woods
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| Sepulchral chant obscure
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| The devil’s gorge, fathomless black pit
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| The devil’s gorge, sanctum God forbid
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| Mires of no life, dwellers with no soul
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| Tumble through the white dead trees
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| Towards the baneful hole
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| Morass of lurking horrors
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| Place that must not be
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| Cries of anguish echo
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| Horrors unforeseen
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| The devil’s gorge, fathomless black pit
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| The devil’s gorge, sanctum God forbid
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| The gaping orifice reveals the pathway to the womb
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| Stare into the abyss and it gazes into you
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| Skin as pale as moonlight
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| Teeth as sharp as diamond shards
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| Creatures from beyond
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| Blackest minds and vilest hearts
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| Shuddering you turn away
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| Too late to close your eyes
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| A glimpse into sheer direness
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| Unleash your own demise
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| The devil’s gorge, fathomless black pit
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| The devil’s gorge, sanctum God forbid |