Through The Dark Fog

After the terrible storm,
A deathly silence that takes place
Somewhere in a hidden memory,
Images float before my eyes

The wind is saturated with thousands of voices.
I can see lights in the distance,
Flickering in the dark cloak of night.
Specters disappear into the black fog

Drums beat in the distance echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.
Figures of wheat stalks bend in the shadows
Supporting himself up high, as the huge lights to pulsate

The dense fog covers every inch of ground,
And no sign of fading away until the next rising of the sun
From inside the black fog comes the chaos
Horrific nightmares that creep through the night

When the doors open, the nightmare is beginning
In his maddening search for exit,
Terror reaches them through frightening creatures
Coming out of the darkness and attack them mercilessly