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The Fog - The Black Dahlia Murder
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The Fog - The Black Dahlia Murder
Amongst the perilous mists formed of the moon arising new
The creature set upon us like a plague
Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog
Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned

One by one did they scream
Dragged beneath the blanket of the mist
The mob is damned born to lose
A sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss

The wolf simply can't resist
Shots erupt the strongest men are lost
As panic claims this throng
Who will hunt and who will be the skinned?
The elder evil wins

Where's our bravado now?
The drunk and dead begin to pile
In vain we laughed and cheered
This night that spells our end

Flashlights are dwindling down
By earthly gods we're disavowed
Plump sow apple in mouth
The wolfen's pending feast
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