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LAIR OF MUSHROOMS

Beyond gloomy swamps and moss-covered moor
In the darkest heart of cold dreary wood
You can find the place, where the sunlight is grey
Eternal night reigns, so the old legends say

White mushrooms grow there on black decaying stumps
Toadstools everywhere look like cursed demon's thumbs
If you ever trespass this place, where shadows play
You'll never return, so the old legends say

Who knows, what is hiding beneath that pale moss
Malicious mire or the forgotten gods
But some people go there, you may call it loon
For there's no way back from the lair of mushrooms

When I shall grow old and my hair will be white
I'll take on my coat and leave home in the night
Through forests and swamps in the light of the moon
I'll follow a path to the lair of mushrooms

Obsessed by the secret of this sombre place
Across field of mushrooms and moss I shall pace
To forgotten gods of the forest I'll pray
I'll never return, as the old legends say

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