In from the cold, the dark of light
One cannot tell which is the one
Hidden below, all covered up
The fog is hiding all you can't see
Deep in the woods, the forest grounds
She come like a bird, a feather
Dust starts whirling up, darkness falls
A man like Paul would run like fucking hell

Even in the dark of day
Even in the light of night
You would not see to read this essay
If the stars weren't so bright

Up from the pits, up from the cans
With screams of lust, pain and death
Out in the streets, the screams unheard
The screams stop before they reach the
Lady of mist, now wearing black
Is she alive or could this be the end
Amongst the trees, the look of doors
The doors where we will not ever know

Gasp a hole
Now I can breathe
No, it's closing
Please let me out

Been to the end, now starting back
Maybe you know, maybe you don't
What's all behind, what is beneath
There is no telling, you must look for yourself