Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Fog, artist - The Black Dahlia Murder. Album song Abysmal, in the genre Date of issue: 17.09.2015
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
The Fog |
| Amongst the perilous mists formed of the moon arising new |
| The creature set upon us like a plague |
| Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog |
| Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned |
| One by one did they scream |
| Dragged beneath the blanket of the mist |
| The mob is damned born to lose |
| A sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss |
| The wolf simply can’t resist |
| Shots erupt the strongest men are lost |
| As panic claims this throng |
| Who will hunt and who will be the skinned? |
| The elder evil wins |
| Where’s our bravado now? |
| The drunk and dead begin to pile |
| In vain we laughed and cheered |
| This night that spells our end |
| Flashlights are dwindling down |
| By earthly gods we’re disavowed |
| Plump sow apple in mouth |
| The wolfen’s pending feast |
| «Above the law!» |
| we declared now |
| Lucky if we’re left above the ground |
| Comb the woods a child we seek |
| So little did we men know |
| That our end would there be found |
| I held my breath as we happened on the girl |
| Or should I say what was left |
| Father screams uncontrollably |
| Hes lost his sanity |
| Thirty one closed casket funerals victims of sheer disbelief |
| Thirty one sent to the slaughter to be |
| Without reprieve |
| Dragged below sight |
| Writhing in the haze |
| Like sitting ducks we are in moments to be splayed |
| Where’s our militia now? |
| Our bravest men a — mounting pile |
| To think we toasted rye |
| This night that spells our end |
| «Above the law!» |
| We declared now |
| Lucky if we’re left above the ground |
| Comb the woods a child we seek |
| So little did we men know |
| That our end would there be found |
| Six feet down |