1. Robbing the Grave of the Priest
(Lyrics by Ustumallagam & Azter)
Together with the Wolves
We gather at Midnight for a feast
Dancing above the Dead
On the Graves of the Deceased
Robbing the Grave of the Priest
With dirty Hands we dig
Into the cold and moisty Ground
To feel the Thrill
of Death
Of all the open Graves around
Nobody saw what we found
(Solo: The Gathering of Ghouls)
Gathering around the Grave
Seeking one who passed away
Away…
(Solo: Feasting amongst the Worms)
Nobody saw our Faces
We disappeared in the Wind
If another grave has been opened
The Ghouls of DOG are back again
Back again…
2. Funeral Fog (Mayhem cover)
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
It's thin and so beautiful
But also so dark and mysterious
Once again the priest is messing
May the god bless us all
The fog is here again
That will complete this funeral
From a place empty of life
Only dead trees are growing here
As it comes from afar
Only dead trees are growing here
Funeral Fog
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Of all the open Graves around
Nobody saw what we found
(Solo: The Gathering of Ghouls)
Gathering around the Grave
Seeking one who passed away
Away…
(Solo: Feasting amongst the Worms)
Nobody saw our Faces
We disappeared in the Wind
If another grave has been opened
The Ghouls of DOG are back again
Back again…
2. Funeral Fog (Mayhem cover)
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
It's thin and so beautiful
But also so dark and mysterious
Once again the priest is messing
May the god bless us all
The fog is here again
That will complete this funeral
From a place empty of life
Only dead trees are growing here
As it comes from afar
Only dead trees are growing here
Funeral Fog