《The Fog》歌词

[00:00:00] The Fog - The Black Dahlia Murder

[00:00:14] Amongst the perilous mists formed of the moon arising new

[00:00:17] The creature set upon us like a plague

[00:00:20] Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog

[00:00:23] Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned

[00:00:27] One by one did they scream

[00:00:30] Dragged beneath the blanket of the mist

[00:00:33] The mob is damned born to lose

[00:00:36] A sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss

[00:00:44] The wolf simply can't resist

[00:00:47] Shots erupt the strongest men are lost as panic claims this throng

[00:00:54] Who will hunt and who will be the skinned

[00:00:57] The elder evil wins

[00:01:00] Where's our bravado now

[00:01:02] The drunk and dead begin to pile

[00:01:06] In vain we laughed and cheered

[00:01:09] This night that spells our end

[00:01:12] Flashlights are dwindling down

[00:01:15] By earthly gods we're disavowed

[00:01:19] Plump sow apple in mouth

[00:01:22] The wolfen's pending feast

[00:01:25] Above the law we declared now

[00:01:28] Lucky if we're left above the ground

[00:01:31] Comb the woods a child we seek

[00:01:35] So little did we men know that our end would there be found

[00:01:39] I held my breath as we happened on the girl

[00:01:42] Or should I say what was left

[00:01:46] Father screams uncontrollably

[00:01:49] He's lost his sanity

[00:02:17] Thirty one closed casket funerals victims of sheer disbelief

[00:02:24] Thirty one sent to the slaughter to be

[00:02:29] Without reprieve

[00:02:56] Dragged below sight

[00:02:59] Writhing in the haze

[00:03:03] Like sitting ducks we are in moments to be splayed

[00:03:09] Where's our militia now

[00:03:12] Our bravest men a mounting pile

[00:03:16] To think we toasted rye

[00:03:18] This night that spells our end

[00:03:22] Above the law

[00:03:24] We declared now

[00:03:25] Lucky if we're left above the ground

[00:03:29] Comb the woods a child we seek

[00:03:31] So little did we men know that our end would there be found

[00:03:39] Six feet down