Beneath the scum that God forgot Crowned in bile, baptized in rot The mud grows lungs The roots grow eyes The verminborn Shall multiply From hollow helms and leather packs They squeeze through seams and broken clasps Frogskin stretched on splintered bone Their nursery, the drowned unknown Antlered infants, gilled grotesques Mud-caked faces, humanesque No two horrors share a shape Yet all awaken in his wake FROM ROOT! FROM REED! FROM EGG! FROM ROT! The fen gives birth To what God forgot FENBORN HORRORS! They mimic voices of the lost Then laugh at what the trick has cost Four wet notes From the abyss FERAL CREEPERS BOG-BORN BLISS! Boglights kindle through the trees Horrors gather at our knees Wicked creatures part the reeds They beckon us with blackened teeth Beyond the mist, a crooked roof Leans above the poisoned earth A wretched scar of bile and ooze A spawning pool for fiendish ghouls From root, reed, egg and rot They lead us toward what God forgot FENBORN HORRORS! Lead the way!
