oh what a septic embrace the flies circle over this poisonous place death rotting scum all around sludge underfoot pulls you down to the ground oh do you loathe the decay the bog growing stronger with each passing day hollow of horror and pain tearing the flesh and draining your veins murky and stagnant caustic and timeless no one is spared by this venomous pool corpses dissolve condemned to the darkness judgment is passed by the toxic lagoon a place in a wood midst the dreary old trees shadows enclosing a swamp of disease no animals here just a horrible smell the bog of despair will remind you of hell like quicksand it beckons to all passing near try and come close and you ll soon disappear fall in the bog fetid stench all around miasma will deaden your screams as you drown slithering serpents forever will haunt me calling me forth to a terrible fate echoing laughter from a featureless nightmare drowned in the mire my death i await melting your legs if you wade in too deep burning your eyes it won t help if you weep horrible beasts kill you quick if you sleep the bog is alive and your soul it will reap unspeakable chill fills your heart at the sight facing your doom as your skin turns to white the god damned muck kills me twice out of spite die in the bogon this terrible night the monsters are watching as though in a trance circling the hollow in a sickening dance waiting for the bog to swallow me whole their hideous eyes stealing more of my soul 
['folk metal', 'viking metal']