Lost in a foreign realm
The stench of the rotting dead permeates everywhere you go
Bodies float to the surface of the dark water

Deadly sands try to bring you under the earth
While the vines take hold of you
And squeeze the life out

Flesh torn by
Thorns that want you to die
Everything is out to get you

Running through a maze of the land
That was birthed by dying men
Decaying corpses feed the starving plants

The bloodied roots of the trees
Dig their ways into the lifeless masses
Consuming all of the sanguine fluid
From a once living human being
Now condemned to fall
In the Swamplands

Running through a maze of the land
That was birthed by dying men
Decaying corpses feed the starving plants

Run away before the roots
Start digging into you
Before you become
Food for the earth to consume
Food for the earth to consume
Food for the earth to consume