and windows black Flowers fade... as she'd pass... when the bells over the ancient church ring midnight... Strange figures rise from the fog... Like
around me All is wrapped from the fog A sensation of an universal void Like an omen of death and decay The funeral bells are ringing in the churches
around me All is wrapped from the fog A sensation of an universal void Like an omen of death and decay The funeral bells are ringing... In the churches
master Nocturnal prayers... In the forest A secret buried in this land Beyond this ways... Beyond the dark Frozen embrace of the winter wind Fog...
Burnt alive victims around the cromlec?h in honour of my immortality. Crucified on The Oak. My blood is trickling down it no light in this church made
similar citizens sinister circle of serpants eatin virgins for dinner emergin as winners, from summer to winter the sons of the ministers burnin down churches
behind these bars Diamond scarred for the cause I climbed on 50 schemes to lock cats in mars like dogs the fog will clear like tears after a resolution
Fog in the streets, a church clock beats Midnight, darkness all around You better beware, you better take care Be prepared for the shock The time has
Well, we made all the hot spots - my money flowed like wine And then that lowdown southern whiskey began to fog my mind And I don't remember church
Well we made all the hot spots. My money flowed like wine Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind And I don't remember church bells
[Accept Cover] Fog in the streets A church clock beats Midnight - darkness all around You better beware You better take care Be prepared for the shock
of lies Church of fools, gluttony rules Eternal gospel, grace demise Is this the way to die? Season of the wicked While the fog is clearing, and the
I'm so bad I should join the fucking circus Snatching hoes purses, hope my luck reverses I'ma take the two piece with the biscuit from Churches No way the churches
I throw it to the wind And after all the hellos good-byes etc. etc. We can't start this thing again It's like the fog you walk towards, but never
Sunday disappears into the fog Darkness invites us all inside to hide amongst the lamplight radio glow Shadow in the pool Winter in the wind Message in