...In the Mist — текст песни (Shape of Despair)

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 needs

It`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.