The Fog - Live At Bloodstock Open Air Festival / 2012

Thank you, thank you so much, everybody
You guys doin' alright out there?
We have a brand new album out, called "The Eulogy for The Damned"
We'd like to play you some doom from that one
This is called "The Fog"

The nameless horror, an eye for an eye
An ancient lust for vengeance lies beneath the tide
Horrific evils, here comes the night
One hundred winter's torment, sworn that six must die

A celebration, a ceremony obscene
As the fog roles in
A celebration, a ceremony obscene
As the fog roles in

This witching hour, these sacred shores
Deep shadows cast into the depths forever more
The mist is arid and the moon is full
Sea dogs arise at nigh, the golden cross will fall

A celebration, a ceremony obscene
As the fog roles in
A celebration, a ceremony obscene
Fog roles in

Alright, Bloodstock 2012
I wanna see every single one of you motherfuckers go crazy
Are you ready?

Let's go!

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
'Cause death is after you, it's coming here tonight

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 wishes make you happy or make you sad
I don't believe in witches, deity's 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