At the edge of the mangroves
Something's lurking in the shadows
Passers by always lose their toes
When they dip their feet in the shallows
Near the banks where the waters slow
Was a patch where buffalo would wallow
At the roots where it's dark and cold
There's a something lurking in the murky depths below
Out past a lonesome levee
There isn't a forest for the trees
For this is where death lays down
He lives in these woods
And gently surrounds me
Out past a lonesome levee
The split in the path where no one goes
This is where death lays down
He lives in the woods at the edge of the mangroves
In the black of a dark lagoon
In the slime and putrid rotting matter
A waste of slithering and crawling dread
It's a grave for living men and no place for the dead...
Same old daze
Twist and turns for endless days
Pooling streams
A curse
Much worse
Then any bad dream
Out past a lonesome levee
There isn't a forest for the trees
For this is where death lays down
He lives in these woods
And gently surrounds me
Out past a lonesome levee
The split in the path where no one goes
This is where death lays down
He lives in the woods at the edge of the mangroves