know what you're after yeah And I've hidden it where you will never look I know you like to remember things that never happened I don't like driving in this fog
Oversættelse: Kirken. Tåge.
Fog in the streets, a church clock beats Midnight, darkness all around You better beware, you better take care Be prepared for the shock The time has
Well, we made all the hot spots - my money flowed like wine And then that lowdown southern whiskey began to fog my mind And I don't remember church
Well we made all the hot spots. My money flowed like wine Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind And I don't remember church bells
[Accept Cover] Fog in the streets A church clock beats Midnight - darkness all around You better beware You better take care Be prepared for the shock
of lies Church of fools, gluttony rules Eternal gospel, grace demise Is this the way to die? Season of the wicked While the fog is clearing, and the
I'm so bad I should join the fucking circus Snatching hoes purses, hope my luck reverses I'ma take the two piece with the biscuit from Churches No way the churches
I throw it to the wind And after all the hellos good-byes etc. etc. We can't start this thing again It's like the fog you walk towards, but never
Sunday disappears into the fog Darkness invites us all inside to hide amongst the lamplight radio glow Shadow in the pool Winter in the wind Message in
master Nocturnal prayers... In the forest A secret buried in this land Beyond this ways... Beyond the dark Frozen embrace of the winter wind Fog...
around me All is wrapped from the fog A sensation of an universal void Like an omen of death and decay The funeral bells are ringing... In the churches
raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings She'd break off holy limbs On the racks of her witch hunt And crush the church beneath her heel The
hide, her ghost in the fog And I embraced where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog, her ghost in the fog
M.R. James, be born, be born Yog Sogoth. Rape me Lord.* I've suffered a great wrong Such hatred, Church's song Part One: Spectre v. Rector The Rector
Fog in the streets A church clock beats Midnight - darkness all around You better beware You better take care Be prepared for the shock The time has
To blend all believers from the fear The good never existed and you still believe So you must keep on clinging Dark deamons created this world No god and no church