The Mire

Moving in spirals
 Feeling the cold breath down your back
 Every heartbeat echoes
 In the shadowland
 Spectres lure you deeper into the mire
 They whisper what you want to hear
 While you still have time
 Turn around
 Turn around
 Turn around
 Turn around
 Spellbound and motionless
 You drown in the sea of trees
 The roots entwine around you
 Pulling down with no release
 Learn the hard way to embrace
 The cause and the consequence
 There is no mercy, no remorse, no
 Hesitation, no second chance
 This is how it ends
 This is how it ends
 The mist is clearing but
 You cannot be sure
 The line between real and fake
 Became too blurred
 Doomed to wander the
 Counterfeit paths
 Despair and delusion
 Are all that's left