The Mewlips Caprice (Russian Band)

The shadows where the Mewlips dwell
Are dark and wet as ink
And slow and soft rings their bell
As in the slime you sink
And you sink into the slime who dare
To knock upon their door
While down the grinning gargoyles stare
And noisome waters pour

Beside the rotting river strand
The drooping willows weep
And gloomily the gorcrows stand
Croaking in their sleep

Over the Merlock Mountains
A long and weary way
In a mouldy valley where trees are grey
By a dark pool's border without wind or tide
Moonless and sunless
The Mewlips hide
The Mewlips hide

The cellars where the Mewlips sit
Are deep and dank and cold
With one sickly candle lit
And there they count their gold
Their walls are wet, their ceilings drip
Their feet upon the floor
Go softly with a squish-flap-flip
As they sidle to the door