The Bog People
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Lyrics
Deep in the heart of a wasteland fen Lies a twisted skein of urbanity For generations these morose creatures Impure the manners of all humanity His kin the squad Eating human rations Feed people of the bog A marshland of fear Consuming these denizens The people of the bog Now their existence is know
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:24
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 162 BPM