I am the spirit of dark water
I am the spirit of dark water,
I lurk in the swamps, puddles and pools,
Laying patiently beneath the surface,
Ready to haul away unwary fools.
I am the spectre of stagnant ponds,
The muddy lakes and streams,
Ever ready to drag down carless travellers,
So no-one will hear their screams.
I am the ghost of the aquatic black,
I snatch the boots of wandering men,
Those walkers that go missing,
And are never seen again.
I am the spirit of dark water,
And I am waiting.
I lurk in the swamps, puddles and pools,
Laying patiently beneath the surface,
Ready to haul away unwary fools.
I am the spectre of stagnant ponds,
The muddy lakes and streams,
Ever ready to drag down carless travellers,
So no-one will hear their screams.
I am the ghost of the aquatic black,
I snatch the boots of wandering men,
Those walkers that go missing,
And are never seen again.
I am the spirit of dark water,
And I am waiting.