Dead Marshes (the Dead are at your side) - ...on the waters below...

An eerie glow on the waters below
Is cast by the candle's wispy flame
An icy chill `round the waters still
The water weed, a crawling frame
Round the heads of the sleepless dead
The marshes are their restless bed
The wide-eyed face of another race
Deep in the depths stares at the sky
The clinging hand swirls murky sand
As a ill-borne wind blows fiercely by
They are the lost. In the marshes tossed
The Dead are watching, turn aside
From the faces pale and the deadly trail
Look away, but the Dead are at your side.
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