VØNTAK - Bayou Bones

Down by the cypress neems, the water holds your name,
A lantern on a lily burns like a pocket of flame.
Old voices in the reeds,
They call me by my skin; I cross that muddy black water and something follows in.
Hear that chain drag low, hear that branch snap back,
Breathe too hard, too fast, and the dark gets packed.
Buy your bones, buy your bones, won't leave me alone.
Buy your bones, buy your bones, come claim your own.
Hold on.