The Demon of the Mire

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