Texty:
Fog The Storm Unholy

storm unholy Dark and endless stare of sister moon Looking down from upon her throne Ablaze in full and majestic bloom Burning cold The storm unholy

stray How to resist those seductive gifts On the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly From deep banks of scented fog I almost lose

Screams of a malign hunger Shatters heavens before me Dead night storms enter... No more light beyond the gates Fog of the burning believers Emerges

drowning, rocks and monster waves collide (Chorus) Thunder shakes the ground, lighting snapping through the heavens Hail, wind and water, a dark army they surround Celtic storm