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
Now concealed in the mist
Now concealed
And in such stillness I can hear
the songs that silence brings
Lost veiled memories echoing in the mist
Echoing in the mist
In the mist
Unraveling the mysteries of your dim kingdom
what if we rise
what if we rise
Settle, rest, then move on further on
Settle, rest, then move on further on
Settle, rest, then move on further on
I can hear the voice of the mist