Loss

The Fog (Goatlord Cover)

Loss


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 

The fog 
The fog 
Black stinking fog 

Now the dead shall rise 
Floating through the fog 
Clutch on crucifix 
The gates begin to open 
Finally the time has come 
Shepherd leads his flock 
Into the valley of fog 
They'll wait for you...