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FOG LYRICS
"Through The Eyes of Night... Winged they Come" (2001)
1. Intro
2. In Magnificent Glory
3. By This Axe We Rule
4. The Leech Within
5. Whispered Myths (Of Ancient Times)
6. Through the Eyes of Night Winged They Come
7. In the Sorrow of a Crimson Sea
8. The Storm Unholy
1. Intro
2. In Magnificent Glory
Hidden away, enthralled silenced sleep.
Dreaming, lying dormant, plotting chaos.
Revenge!
Hear the thunderous trample.
Of one thousand hooves from below.
Rising up through the darkness.
Waking to fulfill true destiny.
To destroy all that is holy.
Smashing the sky.
Splitting wide the starvault.
Forward into battle.
To conquer the flesh.
Shedding this mortal skin.
To set free our dark plague.
To slay the ones who oppose.
Surrounded by violence, fury, and death.
We shall stand as the darkness prevails.
Crushing the essence of purity.
Iron and steel are forged of blood.
Completed the transformation.
Doorways to unforseen dark dimensions.
Unlock to unleash cloven hordes.
Take heed in what shall come to pass.
It has been forseen.
Through ancient writs of prophecy.
Winged legions rise in blasphemy.
It has been forseen.
Burning star of Satan's might.
The open eye: portal of flight.
Time and space collide.
It has been forseen.
Flaming winds of lunar frost,
Scorch the earth as we destroy.
Casting darkness upon this world.
It has been forseen.
We shall rule in darkness.
Killing to feed the burning desire.
Triumphant frozen kingdom.
It has been forseen.
Hordes of darkness united by hatred.
Awakened from our timeless sleep.
Released from centuries of torment.
Seeking revenge.
Legions of sacrilege,
Enter thy kingdom of worldly flesh,
To destroy all that is holy.
Legions of sacrilege,
Enter thy kingdom of worldly flesh,
To destroy all that is holy.
Magnificent in our glory.
Demonic fog flourishes the face of the earth.
Chaos, torment, and pain.
The mortal flesh of this world.
Lies scattered, burnt, and destroyed.
Magnificent in our glory.
Riding on fury and vengeance.
All shall fall trampled under cloven hooves.
3. By This Axe We Rule
Arctic cove which breeds our hidden lair.
Across the sea of a thousand swords.
Wolven clan, prepare for war.
Wanderers of thy outer darkness,
Set sail!
All shall fall unto me.
By this axe I rule.
Frostbitten is my fury.
As we cross the winter sea.
Conquest on every shore.
No armor fends our steel.
Swords and axes bloodstained red.
Legions of iron and steel.
Crusading only to conquer.
Onward we sail.
Quest neverending.
We,superior race of men.
I raise my chalice and toast to thee!
Set forth unholy quest.
We fee the earth the blood of our enemies.
Searching all lands, delivering death.
Enslavement of those blessed to survive.
Fall to worship thy steel.
Sword and axes bloodstained red.
No armor fends our steel.
Crushing all with an iron fist.
Onward we sail forevermore.
4. The Leech Within
I can sense the changes occuring in me.
Ever so slowly running its course.
I can feel it's venom.
Burning within my blood.
Crawling through my veins.
Consuming my soul.
I can feel it.
Crawling through my veins.
Consuming my soul.
And I know, with seasons change,
So shall I.
As the memories of my life fade away,
With each passing moment,
I am losing my mortality.
My being, my mind,
Overcome by unquenchable thirst.
And so it shall be.
Granted the gift of immortality,
With the passing of a single touch.
The leech now assumes control.
I can feel it.
I am at one with darkness.
Infiltrating my body.
Binding us together forever.
Blending who I am,
With the parasite inside.
Emotions die as the thirst grows stronger.
Driven now by the instinct to kill,
To satisfy the hunger.
Passed through generations...
Since the beginning of time.
The lurker in the shadows,
Waiting to strike.
Unholy bonds of evil,
Meshed with human flesh.
Impure creation of night set free.
I can sense the changes occurring in me.
Ever so slowly running its course.
I can feel its venom...
Burning within my blood.
Not of this world.
From dimensions unseen.
A greater power,
Of ancient knowledge and wisdom.
The leech from afar has planted it's seed.
I have been chosen.
The first taste of crimson,
Begins the craving.
The hunger insatiable
Now overwhelming to the point
Of this mortal's insanity.
We are one.
We are one.
Ten thousand years have passed
In what seems to be an infinite instant.
Bound and chained in shallow grave.
Waiting for the moment to be reborn.
The first taste of crimson
Begins the craving.
The hunger insatiable.
Now set free, unholy ressurection.
Satanic powers granted unto me.
Extracting secrets
Known only to the dead.
To sharpen the skills of necromancy.
Killing to sustain infinite life.
Blood is the power eternal.
5. Whispered Myths (Of Ancient Times)
Deep in seclusion.
Away from the light.
Amidst the beasts,
Of this forest in darkness.
Forgotten palace.
Enthroned in stone.
Remembered not.
Lost in time.
In eternal slumber.
Forbidden agony.
Enchanted echo of a time long ago,
Existing still.
Whispered myths.
The wailing of this forest breeze.
Lost souls of long ago.
Never to return.
The sun extinguished,
Never to rise again.
The sleepers will awaken.
6. Through the Eyes of Night Winged They Come
Long are the shores of this sunless sea.
Infinite darkness lurking.
Astral path of infinity.
Carved into the essence of time.
Gaze upon their featureless horror.
Prowling the gates of infinity.
From beyond the throne of Satan.
Through the eyes of night winged they come.
Stars align the infinite void,
Drawing the tides of the coming eclipse.
Hordes from the coming eclipse.
Ageless, formless, and without face.
Surrounded by darkness.
Burning the nightsky.
Through the eyes of night
They take flight.
Celestial ancients.
Imperial majesty.
From beyond the throne of Satan,
They shall inherit the earth.
Look to the sky into the faceless eclipse.
Immortal spirits of darkness...swarm.
From beyond the throne of Satan,
They shall inherit the earth.
The earth.
Inherit the earth.
The earth.
Through the eyes of night,
Winged they come,
Devouring the earth
And eternity.
7. In the Sorrow of a Crimson Sea
Since times of old,
It has been written.
It shall come of darkness.
The end of humanity is drawing near.
Mere mortal flesh
Shall not stand the test of time.
Upon mankind a horrible fury is unleashed.
Wings of scale shall carry the messenger.
The sickles of the ancient shall swing.
Flooding the earth,
Drowning all existence
In the sorrow of a crimson sea.
All life shall end,
When ancient blood spills upon the earth,
While quenching the thirst
Of thy elder blade.
Unholy serpent rides above the clouds.
Severing the heads of all marked by the beast.
Master of the seven spells,
Cast forth from hell.
...And the innocent are slain.
Surfacing up from the great depths below.
Reaching out, consuming all.
Horned beast of blackened hate,
No longer harbored.
Dark demons of apocalyptic deliverance,
Rising from this crimson sea of darkness.
Baptizing in flames
Lost souls of mankind.
8. The Storm Unholy
Dark and endless stare of sister moon,
Looking down fromupon her throne.
Ablaze in full and majestic bloom.
Burning cold.
Weeping tears of blood wrath and vengeance.
Seething destructive embrace of fury.
Elders of silent knowledge awaken.
Lusting for war craving destruction.
Unholy hordes will arise to destroy,
Within the bitterness of freezing winds.
Sister moon, her halo ablaze.
Looks upon the frozen wasteland.
Winterspirits breath drives the snows of the storm.
The darkness spreads her wings.
Freezing flames,
Scorch and consume.
Marching armies,
Of cold demonic hate.
Mirrored image.
Frozen celestial gaze.
Astral constellation.
Of darkness and doom.
Unlocked are the gates of time and space.
Sister moon rides upon her warthrone.
Warm serene embrace of death,
Calm the eye of the storm.
Swirling vortex of infinite souls,
Tormented forever now set free.
The storm unholy.
Dark and endless stare of sister moon.
Looking down from upon her throne.
Ablaze in full and majestic bloom.
Burning cold.
The storm unholy.
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