The Fog

Amongst the perilous mists formed of the moon arising new
The creature set upon us like a plague

Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog
Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned

One by one did they scream dragged beneath the blanket of the mist
The mob is damned born to lose a sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss

The wolf simply can't resist
Shots erupt
The strongest men are lost
As panic claims this throng
Who will hunt
And who will be the skinned?
The elder evil wins where's our bravado now?
The drunk and dead begin to pile
In vain we laughed and cheered
This night that spells our end

Flashlights are dwindling down
By earthly gods we're disavowed
Plump sow apple in mouth
The wolfen's pending feast

Above the law, we declared now lucky if we're left above the ground
Comb the woods a child we seek so little did we men know
That our end would there be found

I held my breath as we happened on the girl
Or should I say what was left
Father screams uncontrollably hes lost his sanity

Thirty one closed casket funerals
Victims of sheer disbelief

Thirty one sent to the slaughter to be
Without reprieve

Dragged below sight
Writhing in the haze
Like sitting ducks we are in moments to be splayed

Where's our militia now?
Our bravest men a mounting pile
To think we toasted rye
This night that spells our end

Above the law, we declared now lucky if we're left above the ground
Comb the woods a child we seek so little did we men know
That our end would there be found
Six feet down