Swamp
In still silence
In still silence she comes
Slower moves of desperation
I feel the taste of moor
Smell the colour of time
Gimme your helping hand
Catch me if i fall
cause i m so blind
I m sinking in the moor of slime
Cover me my love
Cover me my love
You have the combination
To fight for liberation
In a dress
Dress of flowers he comes
Faster moves of a maniac
Reaching the middle of moor
It is swallowing him, swallowing him
He is sinking in the moor of time