| Song | ...In The Mist |
| Artist | Shape of Despair |
| Album | Shades Of... |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Slow mine feet are, frozen their veins. | |
| Still closing helplessly afar, waking the creatures within. | |
| I am a lonely traveller, awaiting to sleep eternally. | |
| Under those cold woods, as my fall brings them. | |
| Shadows of their wings, as howling their pleeds. | |
| Wounded, i lay on ground listening their needs | |
| It's dark and cold and they fly slowly the way they were told. | |
| To feast mine fleshly dreaming. | |
| And they know surely, they raped mine soul. |