In the murk of the firs and depth of the ponds
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a nameless horror did swell
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From whence it came and whither it shall go
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not the wisest man could tell
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Just one shuttered light through the darkness shines
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a lonesome hut at the fetid moor...
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It is filled with fright and with hopeless whines
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from a boy, young and pure
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Wind howls - evil prowls
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at the chamber door
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Fog rolls - dead souls
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in the dark galore
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Wood crack - pitch black
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at the chamber door
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Swamps brew - clouds spew
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in the dark galore
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It is the demon of the mire, he shall rest fornevermore
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Whom he calls and haunts by ill desire, he shall rest fornevermore
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Through his realms he leads his ghostly choir, he shall rest fornevermore
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It is the demon of the mire, he shall rest fornevermore
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The boy it did consume, forever he will dwell
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in the malice of his doom...
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Wind howls - evil prowls
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at the chamber door
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Fog rolls - dead souls
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in the dark galore
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Wood crack - pitch black
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at the chamber door
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Swamps brew - clouds spew
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in the dark galore
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It is the demon of the mire, he shall rest fornevermore
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Whom he calls and haunts by ill desire, he shall rest fornevermore
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Through his realms he leads his ghostly choir, he shall rest fornevermore
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It is the demon of the mire, he shall rest fornevermore
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The Demon Of The Mire
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| The Vision Bleak |
