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Lyrics

Old White's Bogs

They found the body
Way down in old White's Bogs
Back in the cold dark woods,
beyond the cranberry bogs.
Add it to the stories,
The Pineys tell all the time;
People disappearing
At the edge of the darkening pines

(Chorus)
Running...Running...
Down in Old White's Bogs.
Running for your life,
Down in Old White's Bogs

Miles of trails out there,
So easy to get lost in the woods
Burning pentagrams
You know they're up to no damn good.
Don't take your lover,
Out there in the mist and the dark,
Cuz there's blood on the moon tonight.
Who'll receive the deadly mark?

Running...Running...
Down in Old White's Bogs
Running for your life,
Down in Old White's Bogs.

(bridge)

From Port Republic,
To the Mount of Misery
The legend looms for centuries.
Twas the 13th son,
that was born to Mother Leeds;
A creature spawned
of satanic seed.

Running...Running...
Down in Old White's Bogs
Running for your life,
Down in Old White's Bogs.