The Fog

Expressed through the dark infinity
On this night, sorrow
Giving into this false hope
I feel the cold approaching
Weakness within
Hidden no more
On this night, sorrow
Finding a way through it all
Sever the binds, I must
What comes to mind, yet again
I curse the spoken word
Travel through the black I must
On this night, sorrow
The chosen path of the distressed
Giving into the false hope, yet again
All words have been spoken
The curse must begin
Giving into this false hope
I feel the cold approaching
Those penetrating eyes
So wretched
Direct them towards the desolate night
As I am the sky
O penetrating eyes
Feel the cold wind against your skin
Watch closely as the fog rolls in
The sheer coldness begins