Walk a mile, then walk another mile When you hit the fog, rehearse your smile Underground, it's quiet underground Rolling in like thunder makes no sound
Every time this year this dark fog will appear up from the tombs it comes to take one more life that can be near. In the middle of transylvania
Nebelland, Nebelland TA¤ler und FlA?sse im Totengewand. WeiA?e Schleier reichen sich die Hand. Ins Moor, gen Westen sie ziehen. Du kannst mir vertrauen
Instrumental
Don't even try reading my mind again It's the second time I've caught you Rummaging around in my head I know what you're after yeah And I've hidden it
This song is an instrumental
I can see the sunshine again And I can see the blue sky where there once was fog and rain We know each other now clear through and through The fog has
[Originally released by Mayhem in 1994 on the album "De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas".] [5:12] Every time this year this dark fog will appear up from the
I believe I can see the future 'Cause I repeat the same routine I think I used to have a purpose Then again, that might have been a dream I think I used
Jonni fog egy lovas Jonni fog egy lovas A szive tele vizzel A szemetol a szajig Valami sos folyik es o csak Birkozik az izzel A szemetol a szajig A szemetol
afraid to open my eyes. Horror of facing the day. Mist of the morning is fading, while cancer burn in my bones. Horror of facing the pain. Years ago
Jnni fog egy lovas Jnni fog egy lovas A szve tele vzzel A szemtl a szjig Valami ss folyik s csak Birkzik az zzel A szemtl a szjig A szemtl a szjig Elmegy
Some days the fog in monterey comes Blowing from the grove above, and then tears away The drifting patches lift and fold Then sunlight cuts them white
Rotting ghosts of death Century old curse Rising from the sea Horrid leprosy Murder in their eyes Come to claim six lives Violent brutal deaths Sword
If God moves across the water Then the girl moves in other ways And I, losing sight of either Nite and fog are my days I wanted only to be gentle But
They stand with their arms tightly around each other a mixture of flesh, so rich in days where the sea touches the land she wants to tell him the truth
They stand tightly embraced A fleshy mixture so rich in days Where the see and the land meet Will she speak the truth Her words are eaten by the wind