Necros christos - Loss - The Fog (Goatlord cover) dalszöveg

The thirteenth of November
 Full moon lights the sky
 Ghouls gather to chant
 They summon the fog
 Horns emerge from the fog
 The lamb's throat is slit
 Blood floods the coffin
 Their shepherd is here

 The fog
 The fog
 Black stinking fog

 Now the dead shall rise
 Floating through the fog
 Clutch on crucifix
 The gates begin to open
 Finally the time has come
 Shepherd leads his flock
 Into the valley of fog
 They'll wait for you...