The Fog

The Fog
Sorrow for the children
now passed away
fear of the plague
funeral day
Coffin now lowered into
the ground
deathlike silence, all around
priest and family
bid farewell regards

Lower the casket
grave now a cold mound
night breeds darkness
bodies now hellbound
Start to decay
a flesh rots away
corpses stiff and embalmed
fire breaks
free's all enslaved
Return from the grave
worms from their faces
moans of suffering
mass confusion
leave this place
Waiting for their feast
now controlled by the beast
chidren begin killing
Rest In Piece
Die