Swamp - Final Selection

Swamp

In still silence

In still silence she comes

Slower moves of desperation

I feel the taste of moor

Smell the colour of time

Gimme your helping hand

Catch me if i fall

cause i m so blind

I m sinking in the moor of slime

Cover me my love

Cover me my love

You have the combination

To fight for liberation

In a dress

Dress of flowers he comes

Faster moves of a maniac

Reaching the middle of moor

It is swallowing him, swallowing him

He is sinking in the moor of time