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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)