| A nameless horror, eye for an eye | 
| An ancient lust for vengeance lies beneath the tide | 
| Malefic demons, here comes the night | 
| One hundred winters dormant, sworn that six must die | 
| A celebration | 
| A ceremony of sin | 
| As the fog rolls in | 
| A celebration | 
| A ceremony of sin | 
| As the fog rolls in | 
| This witching hour, these sacred shores | 
| These shadows cast into the depths for ever more | 
| A mist is stirring, the moon is full | 
| Sea dogs arise tonight, the golden cross will fall | 
| A celebration | 
| A ceremony of sin | 
| As the fog rolls in | 
| A celebration | 
| A ceremony of sin | 
| As the fog rolls in | 
| Are you prepared for when the end of days arrives? | 
| Who’s gonna save you when nobody hears your cries? | 
| Lock all your windows, turn off all the lights | 
| Cos' death is out for you, it’s coming here tonight | 
| You’ve got nowhere to run, you’ve got nowhere to hide | 
| A rotting horror creeping slowly with the tide | 
| It’s gonna hunt you like a pack of hungry dogs | 
| No way to stop it, It’s coming in the fog | 
| I don’t believe in fortune, best of luck or bad | 
| Or that your riches make you happy or make you sad | 
| I don’t believe in witches, deities or gods | 
| But I believe in death; | 
| there’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog | 
| I don’t believe in fortune, best of luck or bad | 
| Or that your riches make you happy or make you sad | 
| I don’t believe in witches, deities or gods | 
| But I believe in death; | 
| there’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog | 
| There’s something in the fog |