The Fog
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โฑ๏ธ 3:50 duration
๐ ID: 2441411
๐ Lyrics
Amongst the perilous mists formed of the moon arising new
The creature set upon us like a plague
Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog
Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned
One by one did they scream
Dragged beneath the blanket of the mist
The mob is damned born to lose
A sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss
The wolf simply can't resist
Shots erupt, the strongest men are lost
As panic claims this throng
Who will hunt and who will be the skinned?
The elder evil wins
Where's our bravado now?
The drunk and dead begin to pile
In vain we laughed and cheered
This night that spells our end
Flashlights are dwindling down
By earthly gods we're disavowed
Plump sow apple in mouth
The wolf's pending feast
"Above the law" we declared
Lucky if we're left above the ground
Comb the woods a child we seek
So little did we men know that our end would there be found
I held my breath as we happened on the girl
Or should I say what was left
Father screams uncontrollably
He's lost his sanity
31 closed casket funerals
Victims of sheer disbelief
31 sent to the slaughter to be
Without reprieve
Dragged below sight
Writhing in the haze
Like sitting ducks we are
In moments to be splayed
Where's our militia now?
Our bravest men, a mounting pile
To think we toasted rye
This night that spells our end
"Above the law" we declared
Lucky if we're left above the ground
Comb the woods a child we seek
So little did we men know that our end would there be found
Six feet down
The creature set upon us like a plague
Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog
Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned
One by one did they scream
Dragged beneath the blanket of the mist
The mob is damned born to lose
A sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss
The wolf simply can't resist
Shots erupt, the strongest men are lost
As panic claims this throng
Who will hunt and who will be the skinned?
The elder evil wins
Where's our bravado now?
The drunk and dead begin to pile
In vain we laughed and cheered
This night that spells our end
Flashlights are dwindling down
By earthly gods we're disavowed
Plump sow apple in mouth
The wolf's pending feast
"Above the law" we declared
Lucky if we're left above the ground
Comb the woods a child we seek
So little did we men know that our end would there be found
I held my breath as we happened on the girl
Or should I say what was left
Father screams uncontrollably
He's lost his sanity
31 closed casket funerals
Victims of sheer disbelief
31 sent to the slaughter to be
Without reprieve
Dragged below sight
Writhing in the haze
Like sitting ducks we are
In moments to be splayed
Where's our militia now?
Our bravest men, a mounting pile
To think we toasted rye
This night that spells our end
"Above the law" we declared
Lucky if we're left above the ground
Comb the woods a child we seek
So little did we men know that our end would there be found
Six feet down
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.60] Amongst the perilous mists formed of the moon arising new
[00:16.95] The creature set upon us like a plague
[00:20.21] Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog
[00:23.07] Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned
[00:26.61] One by one did they scream
[00:30.06] Dragged beneath the blanket of the mist
[00:33.18] The mob is damned born to lose
[00:36.39] A sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss
[00:44.07] The wolf simply can't resist
[00:47.40] Shots erupt, the strongest men are lost
[00:50.83] As panic claims this throng
[00:54.01] Who will hunt and who will be the skinned?
[00:57.31] The elder evil wins
[00:59.88] Where's our bravado now?
[01:02.20] The drunk and dead begin to pile
[01:06.36] In vain we laughed and cheered
[01:08.85] This night that spells our end
[01:12.75] Flashlights are dwindling down
[01:15.15] By earthly gods we're disavowed
[01:19.08] Plump sow apple in mouth
[01:21.72] The wolf's pending feast
[01:24.82] "Above the law" we declared
[01:28.43] Lucky if we're left above the ground
[01:31.78] Comb the woods a child we seek
[01:34.53] So little did we men know that our end would there be found
[01:39.30] I held my breath as we happened on the girl
[01:42.52] Or should I say what was left
[01:45.93] Father screams uncontrollably
[01:49.28] He's lost his sanity
[01:54.48]
[02:17.48] 31 closed casket funerals
[02:20.66] Victims of sheer disbelief
[02:23.99] 31 sent to the slaughter to be
[02:29.43] Without reprieve
[02:33.13]
[02:56.47] Dragged below sight
[02:59.26] Writhing in the haze
[03:02.85] Like sitting ducks we are
[03:05.44] In moments to be splayed
[03:09.45] Where's our militia now?
[03:12.04] Our bravest men, a mounting pile
[03:15.90] To think we toasted rye
[03:18.56] This night that spells our end
[03:21.77] "Above the law" we declared
[03:25.21] Lucky if we're left above the ground
[03:28.48] Comb the woods a child we seek
[03:31.45] So little did we men know that our end would there be found
[03:39.21] Six feet down
[03:41.70]
[00:16.95] The creature set upon us like a plague
[00:20.21] Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog
[00:23.07] Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned
[00:26.61] One by one did they scream
[00:30.06] Dragged beneath the blanket of the mist
[00:33.18] The mob is damned born to lose
[00:36.39] A sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss
[00:44.07] The wolf simply can't resist
[00:47.40] Shots erupt, the strongest men are lost
[00:50.83] As panic claims this throng
[00:54.01] Who will hunt and who will be the skinned?
[00:57.31] The elder evil wins
[00:59.88] Where's our bravado now?
[01:02.20] The drunk and dead begin to pile
[01:06.36] In vain we laughed and cheered
[01:08.85] This night that spells our end
[01:12.75] Flashlights are dwindling down
[01:15.15] By earthly gods we're disavowed
[01:19.08] Plump sow apple in mouth
[01:21.72] The wolf's pending feast
[01:24.82] "Above the law" we declared
[01:28.43] Lucky if we're left above the ground
[01:31.78] Comb the woods a child we seek
[01:34.53] So little did we men know that our end would there be found
[01:39.30] I held my breath as we happened on the girl
[01:42.52] Or should I say what was left
[01:45.93] Father screams uncontrollably
[01:49.28] He's lost his sanity
[01:54.48]
[02:17.48] 31 closed casket funerals
[02:20.66] Victims of sheer disbelief
[02:23.99] 31 sent to the slaughter to be
[02:29.43] Without reprieve
[02:33.13]
[02:56.47] Dragged below sight
[02:59.26] Writhing in the haze
[03:02.85] Like sitting ducks we are
[03:05.44] In moments to be splayed
[03:09.45] Where's our militia now?
[03:12.04] Our bravest men, a mounting pile
[03:15.90] To think we toasted rye
[03:18.56] This night that spells our end
[03:21.77] "Above the law" we declared
[03:25.21] Lucky if we're left above the ground
[03:28.48] Comb the woods a child we seek
[03:31.45] So little did we men know that our end would there be found
[03:39.21] Six feet down
[03:41.70]