.Under the fullmoon, into the swamp you lurk...
In search of the horrid secrets of hell
To the house made of Virgin's bones & hides
The abode of the witch, of whence home return...
Moss hangs from the roof like a corpse's hair,
Cypress roots stick through the scum like finger.
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