The thirteenth of November  Full moon lights the sky  Ghouls gather to chant  They summon the fog  Horns emerge from the fog  The lamb's throat is slit  Blood floods the coffin  Their shepherd is here    [chorus]  The fog  The fog  Black stinking fog    Now the dead shall rise  Floating through the fog  Clutch on crucifix  The gates begin to open  Finally the time has come  Shepherd leads his flock  Into the valley of fog  They'll wait for you...    [repeat chorus]