Bog Wraith - Call to the Marshlands

Tearing herself open
And plucking the black heart from her chest
Dangling it like a medallion
She called me to the marshlands
We explored carelessly
Distant my lover stayed
Leading me deep into muck
Stuck in the mud
The dead look in her eyes
Reborn with intent
She recalled her death
The torment she endured
The pleas I ignored
The torment I'll endure
The pleas she ignores
Haunting glow from her eyes
A spirit of revenge
Purging this monster
Of his sins
"I will haunt these lands
Cleansing it of the demons within"
The banshee wail of her voice
Blood flowed from every orifice
My last glimpse
Of her true form
Behold the harbinger
A goddess housed in flesh
To walk the earth
Collecting tainted souls