Fog

In The Sorrow Of A Crimson Sea

Fog


Since time of old 
It has been written 
It shall come of darkness 
The end of humanity is drawing near 

Mere mortal flesh 
Shall not stand the test of time 
Upon mankind a horrible fury is unleashed 

Wings of scale shall carry the messenger 
The sickelss of the ancient shall swing 
Flooding the earth 
Drowning all existence 
In the sorrow of a crimson sea 

All life shall end 
When ancient blood spills upon the earth 
While quenching the thirst 
Of thy elder blade 

Unholy serpent rides above the clouds 
Severing the heads of all marked by the beast 
Master of the seven spells 
Cast forth from hell 
And the innocent are slain 

Surfacing up from the great depths below 
Reaching out consuming all 
Horned beast of blackend hate 
No longer harbored 

Dark demons of apocalyptic deliverance 
Rising from this crimson sea of darkness 
Baptizing in flames 
Lost souls of mankind 

Crusading only to conquer 
Onward we sail 
quest never ending 
We superior race of men 
I raise my chalice ad toast to thee 

Set forth unholy quest 
We fee the earth the blood of our enemies 
Searching all lands delivering death 
Enslavement of those blessed to surivive 

fall to worship thy steel 

Sword and axes bloodstained red 
No armor fends our steel 
Crushing all with an iron fist 
Onward we sail forevermore