The Wizard in the Bog

Arise
Despise
Every facet of society

In the bog
He plies
Dark and twisted blackened sorcery

He shapes
He knows
Never-ending hatred for humanity

Their lies
Death throes
Never-ending fuel for his treachery

In the swamp
He bides
Awaiting 'till the enemy is drawing near

Through marsh
He strides
Truth behind the legend soon becoming clear

It feeds
It grows
The mire does the bidding of the one you fear

At last
You know
Bog Wizard comes to take your life; you're dying here

Bog Wizard
Bog Wizard
Bog Wizard
Bog Wizard