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