The Widow's Bane
Текст песни The Old Bayou

There's a mad puppetier
Toiling in the swamps
In a shack made of human bones
And the puppets that he haunts.

They hang like crucifixions
From their fraying threads
But unlike the saints
These ones aren't dead.

Down in the old bayou
Down in the old Bayou
Down where nightmares come true
In the old Bayou--
Down in the old bayou.

There's an alligator
Older than the French Canadian war.
Every harvest moon
He knocks at the puppet master's door.

The puppet master feeds him
On the blood of girls and boys.
The gator's eyes are beating hearts,
Scales are broken toys.

Down in the old bayou
Down in the old Bayou
Down where nightmares come true
In the old Bayou--
Down in the old bayou.

Locked in cold marionettes
Those lured by his sweet voodoo.
He severs the soul from the flesh.

Don't get lost my child--
Don't get lost my child
Walkin' in the old bayou.