In The Mist

Slow mine feet are,

Frozen their veins.

Still closing helplessly afar,

Waking the creatures within.I am a lonely traveller,

Awaiting to sleep eternally.

Under those cold woods,

As my fall brings them.Shadows of their wings,

As howling their pleeds.

Wounded, I lay on ground

Listening their needsIt's dark and cold

And they fly slowly

The way they were told.

To feast mine fleshly dreaming.

And they know surely,

They raped mine soul.

Songwriters

JARNO SALOMAA, OSMO MAEENSIVU, OSMO M�ENSIVUPublished by

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