spitting at death a bat on the wing we heard midnight singing her secret name i dug my way out of the grave and rode the worms into judgment day sleeping with the witch i see the shadow of love and then the absence of i ve been touched by the moonlight lost to the warmth of the sun i dug my way out of the grave and rode the worms into judgment day sleeping with the witch sweating a monstrous guilty black thing its glacial hand on the reins of my dreams i dug my way out of the grave and rode the worms into judgment day sleeping with the witch sleeping with the witch sleeping with the witch sleeping with the witch
['sludge metal', 'swamp rock']