Swamp Feast

An owl’s hoot swept through the forest
It’s getting dark; the sun’s goin’ down
On the swamp the moonlight’s fallin’
An hour of hunt [bad word] gang of goblins out of a cavern
Their ugly faces far and near 
Caught a [bad [bad word]  back from a tavern
By chance he got lost here
 [bad word] 
The moon is shinin’
Water’s grey
Goblins are smiling
Rejoicin’ in their prey

They kept shoutin’ they kept laughin’
Pushing him from side to side
To the fire under the black rock
Rising high up to the sky
Goblin: 
Let’s tear his head off from the shoulders
I’d like to hold it on my own 
Another one:
He won’t be tasty without his head
Let’s grill him whole and pick the bones
 [bad word] 

The flame was burning higher and higher
And they kept dancing round and round,
The impaled human head on fire
Bones were scattered on the ground 
It’s getting light; the [bad word] The sun’s appearing from the east
And only burning flesh is smelling
reminder of the bloody feast
 [bad word] 
The sun is shining
Just look around
The bones are lying
Upon the ground

(Music by Sweeper)