Bodiak´s Heresy - Part 3 - 11- Where the Marsh Kept the Dead (Gothic/Dark Fantasy/Grimdark Music)

Описание: Some ground doesn’t bury the dead.
It keeps them.

Where the Marsh Kept the Dead is the chapter where the road dissolves into reeds and black water—where footsteps are swallowed whole, and the air itself feels like a warning you can’t outrun.

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Lyrics

From shattered planks and smoke we rose
Half deaf, with blood upon our greaves
The eternal knight clawed from the brook
The dwarf stood first among the reeds

The winged knight lay by splintered wood
The dragonborn near the broken span
The inquisitor still drew his breath
And green-skins came to finish us

They rushed us through the ringing dark
With hooks and rust and feral cries
The dwarf swung wide, then found their bones
And red mist flowered where one dies

The eternal knight came out of mud
And steel remembered what to do
They broke the pack along the bank
Till foul blood fed the trampled dew

We did not fall upon that bridge
Though fire had marked us for the dead
The road still drove its nails through us
So on we went where terror led

By night we reached Lowmounds at last
New palisades still wept with sap
A scarred small host in lamplight stood
And set us meat and iron cups

He spoke of powder stolen off
Of blasts meant not for harmless prey
An apprentice out of Shadow Tower
Set bent mail right by break of day

He placed small suns in every hand
And warned of Triple Frontier’s blight
Then north we rode where Great Dike waters
Had drowned the sands in reeds and night

We found a noble carriage sunk
Half swallowed by the sucking mire
No track was cut through sedge or slime
No sound but flies and sodden briar

We cast the ropes and hauled it free
Yet roots were wound around each wheel
The winged knight stooped to hack them loose
And saw the red-eyed thing beneath

It rose from weed and branch and rot
A man-shaped knot of swamp and hate
It gripped his feet with living cords
And dragged the coach toward its grave

Mud to the knees
Wood under strain
The horses screamed
And choked the reins

Pull, damned souls, or lose the cart
Strike, damned souls, till bark is torn
Hold, damned souls, against the deep
Where roots would drown both oath and form

Then over black and stagnant water
Two riders came in mail of night
The inquisitor raised the single Name
And turned their charge into his light

They broke him hard and cast him down
His weapon arm split clean with pain
The dwarf let go the straining rope
And charged through mire with murder bared

His hammer passed through one pale breast
Then storm-fire burst inside the shade
It shrieked apart in shards of frost
And died where no grave could be made

The dragonborn and eternal knight
Set shoulder, hand, and all their might
The winged knight climbed the drowning coach
And beat the root-beast blind with blows

Once more the second rider came
The inquisitor blessed the hammer head
The dwarf sprang high from shield and mud
And smashed the curse out of the dead

But ghost-spear bit his shoulder through
And black rot climbed beneath his skin
It found a body forged by torment
And could not make a home within

At last the root-beast lost its skull
The coach came groaning from the fen
We found cold jewels and broken steel
And set our wounded down within

Toward Triple Frontier rolled the wheels
Through ruts and stink and evening dread
No saint looked down upon that waste
The marsh kept its own count of dead

Yet still we rode
Though torn and sore
For farther on
There waited war

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