The Demon of the Mire Lyrics

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
Wind 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 - slouds 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 did consume, forever he will dwell in the malice of his doom...

Wind 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 - slouds 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.