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 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'll 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 Funeral fog Funeral fog Funeral fog