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Facing the fog along the battle field

eyes quite tired of seeing these endless hills

we don't care 'bout dying to set us free

'cause we hear the cries of those whom got fear

our slow pace doesn't mean that we can't have

the strength to bring waves of crash

there's just one thing you will need to know

fire and fog are pretty part of us

there's just one thing you will need to know

fire and fog are pretty part of us

We have been demonized

because we brought the sweet craving for terror

Phobias to be offered as a great joy

Strength to be taught

Strength to be bought

Crossing the meadows near the deadly sea

our journey is long and will lead us to a cold abyss

our secrets revealed will make us ready to feel

and mesmerize those who got tears

All our blades are beneath the hell

our brains inside a cold cell

All our blades are beneath the hell

our brains inside a cold cell

there's just one thing you will need to know

fire and fog are pretty part of us

our slow pace doesn't mean that we can't have

the strength to bring waves of crash