The fog

Midnight until one belongs to the dead
Innocent people betrayed in the name of greed
Aided by an unearthly fog that comes into the night
The six conspirators would end their lives

But one hundred years later they would rise from the sea
Carried by a spectral ship, they would seek revenge
For the abomination commited in the name of prosperity
Only vengeance will lay them to rest

Why not six Blake?
Why not me?
I must answer for their murderous deeds

A small town on the edge of the sea
Would pay for their ancestors greed
After a century, a celebration takes place...

An eerie blue fog approaches from the west
Floating against the wind, it draws near
100 years ago, on the 21st of April
The Elizabeth Dane crashed against the rocks
And tonight she returns with her undead passengers to claim
The gold that was stolen from them
They will return to God's temple, the tomb of gold

Damn them all, they will pay
Six must die on the 21st of April
Knock at your door
An unwelcome visitor is the last thing you will hear
Eyes glowing as they approach
Their ghostly chains can be heard, a sign of horrors to come

Damn them all, they will pay
Six must die on the 21st of April
Knock at your door
An unwelcome visitor is the last thing you will hear
Eyes glowing as they approach
Their ghostly chains can be heard, a sign of horrors to come

Eyes glowing as they approach
Their ghostly chains can be heard
Only vengeance will set them free

Damn them all, they will pay
Six must die on the 21st of April
Knock at your door
An unwelcome visitor is the last thing you will hear

Eyes glowing as they approach
Their ghostly chains can be heard
Only vengeance will set them free