The Fog - Orange Goblin

A nameless horror, eye for an eye

An ancient lust for vengeance lies beneath the tide

Malefic demons, here comes the night

One hundred winters dormant, sworn that six must die

A celebration

A ceremony of sin

As the fog rolls in

A celebration

A ceremony of sin

As the fog rolls in

This witching hour, these sacred shores

These shadows cast into the depths for ever more

A mist is stirring, the moon is full

Sea dogs arise tonight, the golden cross will fall

A celebration

A ceremony of sin

As the fog rolls in

A celebration

A ceremony of sin

As the fog rolls in

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

Cos' death is out for you, it’s coming here tonight

You’ve 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 riches make you happy or make you sad

I don’t believe in witches, deities 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

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

Or that your riches make you happy or make you sad

I don’t believe in witches, deities 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