From the Mist

So close this gloom that scares
Our lives away

Pale faces mourn upon me
Their pain I’m dying to steal
While silver frost wraps me tight
Nothing to feel, my mouth is sealed
A bleeding grave drowns in a sea

[Grunts:]
Deeper and deeper
Where the ocean burns
And the waters are red

In emerald mountains their hymns
Praise a beauty long forsaken
Building bridges to an unknown sky

A boat is coming from the mist
I can’t hear them now
The tide has come inshore
To wash their voices away
It heralds only to perish life

Cold rain starts to fall
But no clouds in this grey sky
Raindrops feel like tears

As I leave everything that’s warm
Trust those whispers in the wind
And as I walk on this bridge of yours
Try not to keep me prisoner in stone tomb

So close this gloom that scares
Our lives away