Goatlord

The thirteenth of November
Full moon lights the sky
Ghouls gather to chant
They summon the fog
Horns emerge from the fog
The lambs throat is slit
Blood floods the coffin
Their shepherd is here
[chorus]
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
Theyll wait for you...
[repeat chorus]
[ The Fog Lyrics ]