الأغاني:
Church Fog

know what you're after yeah And I've hidden it where you will never look I know you like to remember things that never happened I don't like driving in this fog

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 Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind And I don't remember church bells

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 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

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...

raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings She'd break off holy limbs On the racks of her witch hunt And crush the church beneath her heel The

hide, her ghost in the fog And I embraced where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog, her ghost in the fog

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