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    • Тексты песен / T / The Black Dahlia Murder / The Fog

    Текст песни The Black Dahlia Murder - The Fog

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    Amongst the perilous mists formed of the moon arising new
    The creature set upon us like a plague

    Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog
    Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned

    One by one did they scream dragged beneath the blanket of the mist
    The mob is damned born to lose a sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss

    The wolf simply can't resist
    Shots erupt
    The strongest men are lost
    As panic claims this throng
    Who will hunt
    And who will be the skinned?
    The elder evil wins where's our bravado now?
    The drunk and dead begin to pile
    In vain we laughed and cheered
    This night that spells our end

    Flashlights are dwindling down
    By earthly gods we're disavowed
    Plump sow apple in mouth
    The wolfen's pending feast

    Above the law, we declared now lucky if we're left above the ground
    Comb the woods a child we seek so little did we men know
    That our end would there be found

    I held my breath as we happened on the girl
    Or should I say what was left
    Father screams uncontrollably hes lost his sanity

    Thirty one closed casket funerals
    Victims of sheer disbelief

    Thirty one sent to the slaughter to be
    Without reprieve

    Dragged below sight
    Writhing in the haze
    Like sitting ducks we are in moments to be splayed

    Where's our militia now?
    Our bravest men a mounting pile
    To think we toasted rye
    This night that spells our end

    Above the law, we declared now lucky if we're left above the ground
    Comb the woods a child we seek so little did we men know
    That our end would there be found
    Six feet down

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