The Mist Lyrics

Through bearded mountains are paths we will tread
No mercy for the fallen, no place to rest out heads
The sky's an open abyss which floods us with blood
Yet still we will not give up, we will fight dread

Foul beasts leave their caves to haunt our endeavor
Visions of horror and despair arise endlessly
Our weapons forged to serve us for ever
Steadfast we stand as we grant them sleep

Sorrow binds the weak that Proceed through the mist
No call will save the apostates
They will join the worms In the pit