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Through Thick Fog Till Death

	作曲 : Enzifer
	In the years of grace
	Under the gods feeble command
	A holy crusade chased the soil
	For salvation and incarnation
	The poor man who didn't believe
	The poor words of resurrection
	He who felt the justice of gods hand
	The same man were killed upon the cross
	In the course of the years they haunted the shores
	To convince others doubt
	But far and away in the shadows
	Were the creatures
	No single man had ever seen, but feared: lurking
	It turned out to be their last steps on mother earth
	As the woods turned dark
	They gathered for the night
	A bleak fog glides (so silent) through
	It was like the whole world just opened up beneath them
	Every man and woman, children, priests and nuns
	Were slain by a vehement force
	It was something so dark you couldn't imagine
	So dark that you would die just to know it
	It damned them all forever
	It was the swing of Satan's sword
	Who devoured their waspish wail
	Into the rotting forest of Urgehal
	Through thick fog till: death

	zuò qǔ : Enzifer
	In the years of grace
	Under the gods feeble command
	A holy crusade chased the soil
	For salvation and incarnation
	The poor man who didn' t believe
	The poor words of resurrection
	He who felt the justice of gods hand
	The same man were killed upon the cross
	In the course of the years they haunted the shores
	To convince others doubt
	But far and away in the shadows
	Were the creatures
	No single man had ever seen, but feared: lurking
	It turned out to be their last steps on mother earth
	As the woods turned dark
	They gathered for the night
	A bleak fog glides so silent through
	It was like the whole world just opened up beneath them
	Every man and woman, children, priests and nuns
	Were slain by a vehement force
	It was something so dark you couldn' t imagine
	So dark that you would die just to know it
	It damned them all forever
	It was the swing of Satan' s sword
	Who devoured their waspish wail
	Into the rotting forest of Urgehal
	Through thick fog till: death