Through Thick Fog Till Death — Urgehal

In the years of grace Under the gods feeble command A holy crusade chased the soil For salvation and incarnation

The poor man who didn't believe The poor words of resurrection He who felt the justice of gods hand The same man were killed upon the cross

In the course of the years they haunted the shores To convince others doubt But far and away in the shadows Were the creatures No single man had ever seen, but feared: lurking

It turned out to be their last steps on mother earth

As the woods turned dark They gathered for the night A bleak fog glides (so silent) through It was like the whole world just opened up beneath them Every man and woman, children, priests and nuns Were slain by a vehement force It was something so dark you couldn't imagine So dark that you would die just to know it It damned them all forever

It was the swing of Satan's sword Who devoured their waspish wail

Into the rotting forest of Urgehal Through thick fog till: death