[INTRO] - [NARRATED] [Narrator] “This is for Magma - - - - - - - " [Narrator] "The swamp was still that night — too still.” [Narrator] "No frogs, no insects — just the slow drip of water from the cypress trees.” [Narrator] "Pigman sat on the porch of his shack” [Narrator] "lantern guttering in the damp air, when he felt it — a low vibration through the wood beneath his boots" [Verse 1] - [SOLO] Out past the Astra-line The water runs deep Moonlight’s a whisper Shadows don't sleep They slink through the muck Teeth like sin The Crocodile folks They’ll pull you in [Chorus] - [ENERGISE] - [CHOIR] OH The swamp don’t lie It pulls you slow Through the reeds and the roots where the dark things grow No prayers No chants No way to win— Just the Crocodile’s death spin [Verse 2] - [SOLO] Lanterns flicker Casting spells on the mist But the swamp don’t care for your pagan twist Your black-robed brothers They’re sinking fast Crocodile folks’ll make this night your last [Prechorus] - [SOLO] Eyes like coins Gleaming gold They’ve been waiting Patient Cold [Chorus] - [ENERGISE] - [CHOIR] OH The swamp don’t lie It pulls you slow Through the reeds and the roots where the dark things grow No prayers No chants No way to win— Just the Crocodile’s death spin [Bridge] - [SOLO] Your god don’t hear you He’s deaf to your plight The swamp is your judge in the dead of night Roots grab your ankles The water’s your grave The Crocs are the law And you can’t be saved [Chorus] - [ENERGISE] - [CHOIR] OH The swamp don’t lie It pulls you slow Through the reeds and the roots where the dark things grow No prayers No chants No way to win— Just the Crocodile’s death spin [SOLO] Just the Crocodile’s death spin [NARRATOR] “death spin "
