Escape To The Arms Of Lord
The Mist
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Silent tear dropped
In morbid pupil it shined
A mourning mother cried
Her child lied on her arms
Floating.... Floating
Would it be better to crawl
In a corner, a sad shadowy form
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Echoes a moom deep in the soul
Darkness thicken the mist babbles
In the somber night that coldly comes
Crawl.... Crawl
Would it be better to know how to fly
A deep moom out of the chest
Tears cutting the face
What is God, this dark mistery
That with his power, damned the world?