The Fog (Goatlord cover)

The thirteenht of november Full moon lights the sky Ghouls are gather to chant they summon the fog The lamb's throat is slt Blood floods the coffin Their spehred is here (Chorus) The fog The fog Black, stinking fog Now the dead will rise Floating throught the fog Clutch on crucifix The gates begin to open Finally time has come The shepherd leads his flock Into the valley of fog The will wait for you (repeat chorus)