Through the reeds, I hear the hollow march

Frozen oaths beneath the murk

The pale hand of dusk reaches for my throat

And the water remembers my name

A crown of rot, a blade of silence

Guided by ghosts of hunger and pride

Shadows breathe from beneath the ice

And the old songs call me home

In the swamplight dominion, all truths decay

The serpent and storm share their throne

I drown in echoes older than flame

And rise where the dead still dream

Branches twist like veins in the sky

Feeding the heart of a dying god

I carve my path through the mire of echoes

The night watches, patient and still

Blood on the moon, a pact unspoken

The soil drinks what mercy denies

A thousand years whisper in the tide

The current knows the cost of faith

In the swamplight dominion, all truths decay

The serpent and storm share their throne

I drown in echoes older than flame

And rise where the dead still dream

I am the rust on the blade of time

The last frost clinging to the bones of dawn

The river bends but never forgets

Every wound, every oath, every lie

The wind gnaws at the bones of kings

Their banners sink beneath the peat

Silence is the only god that listens

When the living lose their faith

In the swamplight dominion, all truths decay

The serpent and storm share their throne

I drown in echoes older than flame

And rise where the dead still dream

Crows circle over shallow graves

The world exhales its last lament

No salvation in the drowning light

Only the hunger of the deep

A chill descends where reason ends

Roots clutch the hearts of men

I walk again through the trembling mire

Crowned in mud, unholy and free

In the swamplight dominion, all truths decay

The serpent and storm share their throne

I drown in echoes older than flame

And rise where the dead still dream