Letra de Swamphell
Watery rubber boots On the field of moss Inside the boots weary legs Of the man I always meetSwamp full of mist Icy embrace Nothing left of Sense of directionSwamphell Kill me, let me sink in your lapOnce was the air crystal clear Secular joys were so near Glory days have left behind Swamplord calls now misty mindSwamp full of mist Icy embrace Nothing left of Sense of directionSwamphell Kill me, let me sink in your lapWhen there is nothing left on the surface And the wind is blowing slow Under the carpet of moss Finally I meet my Swamplord