Sickening Horror Children Of The Swamp
They were born on the feast of the weak They revealed the repulsion of things They were spread like a deadly disease They corrupted the chambers within
It was foretold, it was imminent that tragic deaths would be held for them They were the children of the swamp Their sickness would be ceased They had no place to run Their resources had been sealed
They were trapped in the fields of deceit They were fooled by a marvelous treat They were slaughtered with bestial conceit Their cadavers were burnt underneath
Sane existence, sane collapse
It was foretold, it was imminent that tragic deaths would be held for them They were the children of the swamp Their sickness would be ceased They had no place to run Their resources had been sealed
Sane existence, sane collapse Their remembrance has withered Their extinction was not mourned
