The Fog (Live At Bloodstock Open Air Festival / 2012)

Thank you, thank you so much, everybody

You guys doin' alright out there?

We have a brand new album out, called "The Eulogy for The Damned"

We'd like to play you some doom from that one

This is called "The Fog"

The nameless horror, an eye for an eye

An ancient lust for vengeance lies beneath the tide

Horrific evils, here comes the night

One hundred winter's torment, sworn that six must die

A celebration, a ceremony obscene

As the fog roles in

A celebration, a ceremony obscene

As the fog roles in

This witching hour, these sacred shores

Deep shadows cast into the depths forever more

The mist is arid and the moon is full

Sea dogs arise at nigh, the golden cross will fall

A celebration, a ceremony obscene

As the fog roles in

A celebration, a ceremony obscene

Fog roles in

Alright, Bloodstock 2012

I wanna see every single one of you motherfuckers go crazy

Are you ready?

Let's go!

Are you prepared for when the end of days arrives?

Who's gonna save you when nobody hears your cries?

Lock all your windows, turn off all the lights

'Cause death is after you, it's coming here tonight

Got nowhere to run, you've got nowhere to hide

A rotting horror creeping slowly with the tide

It's gonna hunt you like a pack of hungry dogs

No way to stop it, it's coming in the fog

I don't believe in fortune, best of luck or bad

Or that your wishes make you happy or make you sad

I don't believe in witches, deity's or gods

But I believe in death, there's something in the fog

There's something in the fog

There's something in the fog

There's something in the fog

There's something in the fog

There's something in the fog

There's something in the fog

There's something in the fog

There's something in the fog