The Fog-The Black Dahlia Murder

[ti:The Fog] [ar:The Black Dahlia Murder] [al:Abysmal] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Fog - The Black Dahlia Murder [00:14.06]Amongst the perilous mists formed of the moon arising new [00:17.10]The creature set upon us like a plague [00:19.42] [00:20.65]Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog [00:23.54]Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned [00:26.14] [00:27.12]One by one did they scream [00:29.80] [00:30.45]Dragged beneath the blanket of the mist [00:32.29] [00:33.49]The mob is damned born to lose [00:36.27] [00:36.80]A sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss [00:41.62] [00:44.37]The wolf simply can't resist [00:46.39] [00:47.80]Shots erupt the strongest men are lost as panic claims this throng [00:53.49] [00:54.36]Who will hunt and who will be the skinned [00:56.46] [00:57.58]The elder evil wins [00:59.46] [01:00.07]Where's our bravado now [01:01.55] [01:02.69]The drunk and dead begin to pile [01:04.90] [01:06.53]In vain we laughed and cheered [01:08.42] [01:09.15]This night that spells our end [01:10.84] [01:12.98]Flashlights are dwindling down [01:14.67] [01:15.70]By earthly gods we're disavowed [01:17.96] [01:19.55]Plump sow apple in mouth [01:21.20] [01:22.05]The wolfen's pending feast [01:23.89] [01:25.32]Above the law we declared now [01:28.70]Lucky if we're left above the ground [01:30.82] [01:31.94]Comb the woods a child we seek [01:35.12]So little did we men know that our end would there be found [01:38.68] [01:39.80]I held my breath as we happened on the girl [01:42.48]Or should I say what was left [01:44.95] [01:46.20]Father screams uncontrollably [01:48.17] [01:49.12]He's lost his sanity [01:51.62] [02:17.80]Thirty one closed casket funerals victims of sheer disbelief [02:22.87] [02:24.21]Thirty one sent to the slaughter to be [02:27.39] [02:29.90]Without reprieve [02:30.78] [02:56.88]Dragged below sight [02:57.87] [02:59.60]Writhing in the haze [03:01.07] [03:03.42]Like sitting ducks we are in moments to be splayed [03:07.96] [03:09.73]Where's our militia now [03:11.37] [03:12.34]Our bravest men a mounting pile [03:14.84] [03:16.29]To think we toasted rye [03:18.01] [03:18.79]This night that spells our end [03:20.65] [03:22.15]Above the law [03:23.11] [03:24.28]We declared now [03:25.11]Lucky if we're left above the ground [03:27.22] [03:29.00]Comb the woods a child we seek [03:31.22] [03:31.83]So little did we men know that our end would there be found [03:35.08] [03:39.55]Six feet down