Focus on the small puny town of Bridgton
A mist rolls in from the mountains horizon
A thick fog swallows the entire town whole
Something supernatural will be stalking their soul

The creatures out there means that we’re in hell
Swallowed by the mist that blinds us so well
While they’re inside a prison of ads and tags
Bodies and parts of the town get put in trash bags
The red mist!

Arrowhead couldn’t keep it glued together
The nightmares escape into the weather
The creatures of hell jarringly intervene's
We Kill the horde & listen to the echoing screams

Elderly flesh speaks about sacrifice & god
This isn’t for god, This whole thing is a facade
Psychotic eyes pierce the mind and bleeding skin
Of a man of arrowhead thrown into a cloud of sin
The red mist!

The old rag needs a child for another sacrifice
But as her unholy hands trying to commence another vice
Her life is put in a box and shot into her grave
Hell awaits her soul as Satan will have to enslave

Defend the kingdom
Or cease to exist
Will you have wisdom
Or will you resist
Hell is unleashed
SOS won't send
Demons are released
This will be your end

Our only option now is to abandon ship
The worst of it is we’ll probably end up in a crypt
We cannot call for help due to cut communication
We must escape from the abomination of God's creation

We crucify your soul now you belong to hell
Death is what you’ll see and what you will smell
Heaven’s what you will only see through the thick glass
You finally wait until you suddenly run out of gas

The red mist!

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