Intro

Low mist rolling where the black reeds bend

Old water keeping secrets it will not send

Verse 1

Beneath the cypress, bones turn white

Mud holds a trail from the dead of night

A wooden bowl by the crooked tree

Baba Yaga says, “Choose what you’ll be”

Pre-Chorus

There’s poison sleeping in a silver cup

One road sinks down, one road climbs up

I hear the drum in the roots below

Calling my name where the dark tides go

Chorus

I won’t bow to the swamp, I won’t fade in the fog

Destiny knocks like a stick on a log

Let the black water rise, let the cold wind blow