The Fog
A nameless horror, eye for an eye
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 and 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 and turn off all the lights
'Cause death is out for you, it's coming here tonight
You got nowhere to run, you 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
(It's coming in the fog)
(It's coming in the fog)
(It's coming in the fog)
(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
There's something in the fog
There's something in the fog
There's something in the fog
There's something in the fog
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 and 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 and turn off all the lights
'Cause death is out for you, it's coming here tonight
You got nowhere to run, you 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
(It's coming in the fog)
(It's coming in the fog)
(It's coming in the fog)
(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
There's something in the fog
There's something in the fog
There's something in the fog
There's something in the fog
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Ward, Joe Hoare, Chris Turner, Martyn Millard
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