
[Intro] Deep peat swallows the stride Black muddy waters, high tide Listen [Verse 1] Through brackish mist where bitter waters creep (Creep, creep, creep) I wade Cocytus, cold and ankle-deep (Deep, deep, deep) Mmm, from rot and damp their phantom voices rise (Rise, rise, rise) Old brothers masking malice in disguise (Guise, guise!) 'Twixt Scylla's fangs and churned Charybdis wave! (Wave! Wave!) I walk the narrow ledge above the grave! (Grave! Grave! Grave!) The Moirae shear the thread of ancient ties! (Ties! Ties!) No Lethe stream can wash away their lies (Lies!) Into the dark of Tartarus they sink While I stand steady on the slimy brink They hissed allegiance, bought my youth for cheap Now stagnant currents hear the vows they keep! [Pre-Chorus] Hear the vows Each step unearths a laughter I once knew The venom spilled by those I brought into the crew [Chorus] Thick fog, deep mud, I step clean Zealous spirit in a ruined scene (Step clean!) Mocking tempest rising from the reed Thick fog, deep mud, I come clean! (Come clean, come clean!) Slag and poison sown by envy’s seed (Envy’s seed) From the reed by envy’s seed Thick fog, deep mud, HERE I ARRIVE! [Verse 2] Inverted fates, the false turn into stone (Stone) Amidst the wailing marsh I walk alone (Lone, lone) Unbowed by venom from the putrid moss (Moss, moss, moss) I count the gain where others see the loss Their sunken specters chatter from the mud! (Mud! Mud!) Forgetful water thick with broken blood! (Blood! Blood!) They prayed my crown would slip into the mire! (Mire! Mire!) Instead I tread the swamp like sacred fire! (Fire! Fire!) No panic moves this cold, deliberate frame (Frame, frame) Though callous lips blaspheme my chosen name (Phantom) Beyond the bog the distant towers wait (Wait, wait) I WRITE THE SPELL THAT SEALS THEIR DISMAL FATE! [Chorus] Thick fog, deep mud, I step clean Zealous spirit in a ruined scene (Step clean!) Mocking tempest rising from the reed Thick fog, deep mud, I come clean! (Come clean, come clean!) Slag and poison sown by envy’s seed! (Envy’s seed) From the reed by envy’s seed Thick fog, deep mud, HERE I ARRIVE! [Outro] So what if the black water swallows the sound (Still standing on the solid ground) (Solid ground) So what if the envy seeds blossom into the shrine Still standing on the quivering ground (Envy’s seed, envy’s seed) (Thick fog, deep mud) (Envy’s seed) (HERE I COME!) 🪜🌫️🚶🏼♂️➡️ © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲 𝗘𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘇

