Funeral Fog

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 is 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 a far

Only dead trees are growing here

Funeral fog