Into the Fog

And the fog goes down
And everything is hung up
And every eye is inflamed
And all the souls
Have opened in wait
And then everything goes fast
Like a run in a drop
Like water in a fall
Main instinct is the king
And the scent of the blood
Flies through the fog
The cries and the clash
Are lost in the mist
But not the death, not the death
The monsters and the men
Are vanishing in the mist
But not the death, not the death
Like a run in a drop
Like water in a fall
Main instinct is the king
And the scent of the blood
Flies through the fog
Then
The wave of the battle goes away
Then
The warriors become of ice
Silence
And thousands, amazed eyes
Look
Look to the red burning sky…