Swamphell Lyrics
On the field of mossInside the boots weary legsOf the man I always meetSwamp full of mistIcy embraceNothing left ofSense of directionChorus:SwamphellKill me, let me sink in your lapOnce was the air crystal clearSecular joys were so nearGlory days have left behindSwamplord calls now misty mindSwamp full of mistIcy embraceNothing left ofSense of directionChorus:When there is nothing left on the surfaceAnd the wind is blowing slowUnder the carpet of mossFinally I meet my Swamplord
Kalmah Swamphell
