In The Mist کے بول

(Voices... Voices...) (Rising... Rising...) Comfort me when I dive in sorrow Meandering through this lonely moor And if a doleful thought is drawing near Could you obscure it make it disappear? Would I fade myself if I step into the mist? Engulf the unribboning light Escaping through my seams Into the alluring gray and white Transient world you build This bleary ruins the reveries Of your dim kingdom Now concealed In the mist (Now concealed...) And in such stillness I can hear The songs that silence brings Echoing... In the mist Echoing... In the mist... Unraveling the mysteries of your dim kingdom What if we rise? Oh what if we rise (From the underliving?) In the mist Settle Rest Then move on Further on Settle Rest Then move on Then move on Further on Unfurl.. Unfurl.. In the voice of the wind...