Every time this year
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this dark fog will appear
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up from the tombs it comes
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to take one more life that
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can be near.
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In the middle of transylvania
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All natural life has for a long
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time ago gone, its thin and so
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beautyful but also so dark and
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mysterious.
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Once again the priest is messing
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may the god bless us all.
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The fog is here again
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that'll complete this funeral.
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From a place empty of life.
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Only dead trees are growing hear
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as it comes from a far
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Only dead treas are growing hear
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............Funeral Fog
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............Funeral Fog
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............Funeral Fog
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............Funeral Fog
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Funeral Fog
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Mayhem |