I cleared the final wall of reeds With blackened water at my knees No fiend pursued No laughter came The mire released me without claim Behind me, all the boglights died The crooked hut sank from my sight Yet overhead, the moon hung pale And dragged my shadow down the trail Its silver entered through my eyes And showed me what the darkness hides Something nested in my chest Something wearing human flesh The moonlight passed beneath my skin And found the congregation within Small jaws open through my ribs Wet hands blossom on my tongue My spine begins to coil and twist Around the hymn they left unsung I tear at veins turned fungal white They knot themselves beneath the light MOONLIGHT MALEDICTION! SILVER THROUGH THE VEIN! MOONLIGHT MALEDICTION! THE MIRE SPEAKS MY NAME! I fled the fen I crossed the night But nothing cursed Escapes moonlight Warm windows glow beyond the trees A village sleeps in ignorance Their chapel bell announces dawn Their doors unlock at my advance I call for help with borrowed breath They gather close to greet the wreck A child looks up Then starts to grin The thing inside me Recognizes him My jaw divides My fingers bloom Blackwater spills across the room The moon pours through My hollow frame A hundred throats Repeat his name MOONLIGHT MALEDICTION! SILVER THROUGH THE VEIN! MOONLIGHT MALEDICTION! THE MIRE WALKS AGAIN! The den no longer needs the fen It marches on In vanished men
