Morning Fog in the Mountains Songtext
von Locktender

He yet carries the torch forward, snuffed, smoldering.
Rake hands through the earth, find Something to spark it anew

The mountain stands in judgment of my choice.
The forest oppresses me, I choke on fog That should wet my lips.
I trade through others′ lives.
The tools of industry and war can Bear me as crutches only


What mark can you yet make?
What brave enough to face?
Drop the torch.
Close your eyes.
Seek truth

The wound in my leg festers with despair of the lives I've taken.
The bullet is infected With grime and the memory of my crime