The dead marsh is your sub-conscience, it's all your bad dreams,
It's the death of all happiness, it's nothing like it seems.
There's every way in but no way out, and death is your only route.
Some people call it the "Pond of Despair" or the or "Deaths Bog".
You won't know where you are due to the thick layer of fog.
There's no fish or frogs, birds or snakes,
Not like any ordinary lakes,
For this is the, Dead Marsh.
