Every time this year
This dark fog will appear
Up from the tombs it comes
To take one more life that
Can be near
In the middle of transylvania
All natural life has for a long
Time ago gone its thin and so
Beautyful but also so dark and
Mysterious
Once again the priest is messing
May the god bless us all
The fog is here again
That'll complete this funeral
From a place empty of life
Only dead trees are growing hear
As it comes from a far
Only dead treas are growing hear
Funeral Fog
Funeral Fog
Funeral Fog
Funeral Fog
