A brutal killing spree laid down in history
Then myth, then legend soon forgot
And, where the blood was spilt, another city built
Man’s hubris trumps it’s thought.

Merchants, kings, wastrels, and thieves
Sit counting up their wealth
Each thinks himself immune to the reaper’s knell.

"...And if you disobey
The witch will take you away"
A children’s rhyme all that remains
As such, a group of youths
Seek to unearth the truth
Deep in the swamp they stray.

And with the moon on high
Their bodies bathed in light
A silhouette against the sky
With pride, surveys the gore
And with a hand, she cracks the earth and hell pours forth.

Legions of a demonic plague
Spewed forth to do her will
A thousand years she’s waited for the kill.

She’s back! The bloodshed resumes tonight
To satiate grim appetite
Her will iron, her magic black
Clutch your cross and lock your doors
She’s back.

This time I can’t defeat her
As she boils me alive
And just for fun, she turned my insides out
(Jake: There’s no way you’ll survive)
Torture devout, she wins no doubt
The last thing I recall
Before my lungs collapse
My life elapsed, she set the trap
My remains Swampwitch will scrap.

The bravest of the fight
And cowards all alike
Have been in death now equalized
With no one left to grieve
Or to avenge the deed
The orchids keep their secrets
And over time reclaimed
By ash and elm again
Beneath the swamp it will remain
Painted in gray and green
A ruin so serene
Til the next fool rebuilds in vain.

She’s back! The bloodshed resumes tonight
To satiate grim appetite
Her will iron, her magic black
Clutch your cross and lock your doors
She’s back.