You know that the fog is here omnipresent. When the diseaser sees no cure. You know that the fog is here omnipresent. When the intents remain obscure.
Living in the night. "neath devils" torn asunder. You call on me to solve a crooked rhyme. As I'm closing in. Imposing on your slumber. You call on me as bells begin to chime.
You know that the fog is here omnipresent. When the diseaser sees no cure. You know that the fog is here omnipresent. When the intents remain obscure.