The Fog

Amongst the perilous mists formed of the moon arising new

The creature set upon us like a plague

Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog

Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned

One by one did they scream

Dragged beneath the blanket of the mist

The mob is damned born to lose

A sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss

The wolf simply can't resist

Shots erupt the strongest men are lost as panic claims this throng

Who will hunt and who will be the skinned?

The elder evil wins

Where's our bravado now?

The drunk and dead begin to pile

In vain we laughed and cheered

This night that spells our end

Flashlights are dwindling down

By earthly gods we're disavowed

Plump sow apple in mouth

The wolfen's pending feast

"Above the law!" we declared now

Lucky if we're left above the ground

Comb the woods a child we seek

So little did we men know that our end would there be found

I held my breath as we happened on the girl

Or should I say what was left

Father screams uncontrollably

Hes lost his sanity

Thirty one closed casket funerals victims of sheer disbelief

Thirty one sent to the slaughter to be

Without reprieve

Dragged below sight

Writhing in the haze

Like sitting ducks we are in moments to be splayed

Where's our militia now?

Our bravest men a - mounting pile

To think we toasted rye

This night that spells our end

"Above the law!"

We declared now

Lucky if we're left above the ground

Comb the woods a child we seek

So little did we men know that our end would there be found

Six feet down