In The Mist

Ken McKee\Michael Ferro

Through the darkness, in the corner of the mind’s escape
Wandering, though it seems to be
There’s a shelter, refuge in these dying days

In the mist it calls to you,
It’s the calm before the storm
In the mist
In the mist, it calls to you

Take the hands of the gods and fly away
Do this with trust and with truth, break the cause
Full of deceit, empty and replete, it now gnaws
Enigmas circle what you have left inside

In the mist, it calls to you
It’s the calm before the storm
In the mist
In the mist, it calls to you