Th'water don't stir 'round these parts, an' th'dead sit just out of sight. Mind yerselves, strangers.
Roll a couple of times for beliefs. Roll once more for a true belief.
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Catchin’ an’ burnin’ yer dreams, dire an' golden, drives away th’spirits.
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Witches are lurkin’ just below th’water. Breakin’ th’tops of th’water
lets ‘em out.
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Th’birds an’ trees conspire ‘gainst us.
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How can y’trust a vessel y’don’t name? Y’all surely drown.
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Each an’ every bug s’another spirit tryin’ t’get in.
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Them short ones sharpen they teeth an’ lurk ‘midst th’trees, watchin’.
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That shit brewed here’ll keep y’safe from illness an’ plague.
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Give a stranger hospitality an’ th’swamp’ll surely get ‘em.
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Stringin’ up th’bones an’ skulls’ll trick th’spirits, keep y’safe.
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Th’etchin’s cross my skin’ll make sure that they’ll get lost if’er
they try an’ follow me through these waters.
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