Watery rubber boots
On the field of moss
Inside the boots weary legs
Of the man i always meet

[Bridge:]
Swamp full of mist
Icy embrace
Nothing left of
Sense of direction

[Chorus:]
Swamphell!
Kill me
Let me sink
In your lap
Swamphell!
Kill me
Let me sink
In your lap

Swamphell!

Once was the air crystal clear
Secular joys were so near
Glory days have left behind
Swamplord calls now misty mind

[Bridge:]
Swamp full of mist
Icy embrace
Nothing left of
Sense of direction

[After solo]

[Chorus:]
Swamphell!
Kill me
Let me sink
In your lap
Swamphell!
Kill me
Let me sink
In your lap

Swamphell!

When it's nothing left on the surface
And the wind is blowing slow
Under the carpet of moss
Finally i meet my swamplord