The land shifts until it is unrecognizable. Rain washes away all landmarks, the mist covers all tracks,
and the swamp eats all memories. Here in the deepest, darkest, depths of the swamp, she wanders.

Wandering, wandering, wandering. The road lies astray. There is no way out. Wandering, wandering,
wandering. Ages pass and ages hence, she wanders. The swamp eats all memory and there is no
way out. No end to the fens, to the marshes. The road lies astray. If there is a way back, then it is out
of her reach. The swamp eats all and she wanders, and wanders, and wanders.


i will sing you home
i will sing you home i will sing you home
i will sing you home i will sing you home and i will sing you home