Fog Lyrics

As the raindrops pelt my tired frame

I struggle to my feet, and I scamper away

Under the trees, hiding in the shadows

To find my bearings in deafening internals

The noise is disorienting, the screams of rage

Through strained breaths and groans of pain

Drowns out the sound of the nature around

While I hold in my screams internally bound

Trying to subside them so I could hear

The coughs and murmurs of people near

Invading our camp, but I could not see them

It seems The Sons have found their Legion

Warm rain and cold earth make dense fog

Like a morning ship departing the dock

Or an artistic depictions of a cemetery scenes

Where the worst of nightmares are somehow real

They will doubt me but accept me in their ranks

I'll spark the darkness, and I'll leave my stamp

My ripples, my reflection in the opal glass

Till the stubborn tide becomes the future's past

They will doubt me but accept me in their ranks

I'll spark the darkness, and I'll leave my stamp

My ripples, my reflection in the opal glass

Till the stubborn tide becomes the future's past

The Legion fits squarely in this surreal place

With battle stained skin, hard weathered faces

Limps, disfigurements, soiled and torn

Each more 'ragged as I wander the fog

They bring thoughts of bodies risen from tombs

But they've arrived not a moment too soon

For we were vulnerable to outside hostility

And distrust among us, eroding civility

They will doubt me but accept me in their ranks

I'll spark the darkness, and I'll leave my stamp

My ripples, my reflection in the opal glass

Till the stubborn tide becomes the future's past

They will doubt me but accept me in their ranks

I'll spark the darkness, and I'll leave my stamp

My ripples, my reflection in the opal glass

Till the stubborn tide becomes the future's past

I'm resigned to walk this world of danger

I no longer have time to welcome strangers

Though far from ordered and disciplined men

We're an army lush in number and strength

I inspected my own leathery soot-stained hands

Recalled my reflection the best that I can

And wondered if I look more like the mob in camp

Or the young man I was when my journey began

They will doubt me but accept me in their ranks

I'll spark the darkness, and I'll leave my stamp

My ripples, my reflection in the opal glass

Till the stubborn tide becomes the future's past

They will doubt me but accept me in their ranks

I'll spark the darkness, and I'll leave my stamp

My ripples, my reflection in the opal glass

Till the stubborn tide becomes the future's past