| A nameless horror, eye for an eye
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| An ancient lust for vengeance lies beneath the tide
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| Malefic demons, here comes the night
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| One hundred winters dormant, sworn that six must die
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| A celebration
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| A ceremony of sin
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| As the fog rolls in
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| A celebration
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| A ceremony of sin
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| As the fog rolls in
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| This witching hour, these sacred shores
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| These shadows cast into the depths for ever more
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| A mist is stirring, the moon is full
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| Sea dogs arise tonight, the golden cross will fall
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| A celebration
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| A ceremony of sin
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| As the fog rolls in
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| A celebration
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| A ceremony of sin
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| As the fog rolls in
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| Are you prepared for when the end of days arrives?
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| Who’s gonna save you when nobody hears your cries?
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| Lock all your windows, turn off all the lights
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| Cos' death is out for you, it’s coming here tonight
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| You’ve got nowhere to run, you’ve got nowhere to hide
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| A rotting horror creeping slowly with the tide
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| It’s gonna hunt you like a pack of hungry dogs
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| No way to stop it, It’s coming in the fog
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| I don’t believe in fortune, best of luck or bad
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| Or that your riches make you happy or make you sad
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| I don’t believe in witches, deities or gods
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| But I believe in death; |
| there’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog
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| I don’t believe in fortune, best of luck or bad
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| Or that your riches make you happy or make you sad
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| I don’t believe in witches, deities or gods
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| But I believe in death; |
| there’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog
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| There’s something in the fog |