The Fog

The thirteenth of November Full moon lights the sky Ghouls gather to chant They summon the fog Horns emerge from the fog The lamb's throat is slit Blood floods the coffin Their shepherd is here [chorus] The fog The fog Black stinking fog Now the dead

When she was young her mind was pure and free, An ambitious girl, with ambitious dreams. Who knew that she'd grow up to be Trapped in her mind, a detainee? Just like a ship lost at sea, She lost her faith lost all belief. No shred of hope of ever ret