The Hissing Marshes کے بول

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