Mark it well and bring the tide
Darkened skay, foggy ground
Safe and sound is just a dream
In the mist
Sky has broken inwards, came down
All there is is all the ground
And the fog that brings the fear
When it draws near, when it draws near
Dreadful mist
But a wanderer unafraid
Wanders brave the hidden paveways
Man or fool, wise hope of day
Is his strength and is his aid
In the mist, fateful twist
Tell me muse, what is his story
Where he comes from, where he goes
Does not matter in the least
North or south, west or east
Is a dream here in the death throes
Of the mist, of the mist
He was king, and now is servant
Fleeing from a fallen empire
Flight from shame his one desire
Lost his crown to brave rebellion
Came the tyrant to this land
And he walks, hand in hand
With the deadly, deadly kiss
Of the mist, of the mist
And faint in the distance sounding
The brave man with sound surrounding
Comes the shadow through the fog
Fool, your bravery pays dearly
For the things that you have done
Swallowed by the darkest sun
In his death he sees it clearly
For the god that sleeps within
Rises when the mist gets thin
Is not of thise world at all
Presence, shade, at last the fall
Comes to all men by his hand
When the mist fills all the land
When the god of mist ascends
And our brave kinds' story ends
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