The Early Mist - Wolfstone

There’s a harbour town that looks out to the sea

And a different path that looks like changing me

There’s a halfway house that you can never see

And an early mist that’s rolling

Pull down these marble halls

There is no truth at all

Bide down these darkened holes

Until your master calls

Lay down your guns of war

Your idols of stone

We know what we’re waiting for

We do not wait alone

There’s a land that’s not forgotten by its kind

And a row of urban soldiers in a line

Dreaming of another place, another time

And an early mist that’s rolling

Pull down these marble halls

There is no truth at all

Bide down these darkened holes

Until your master calls

Lay down your guns of war

Your idols of stone

We know what we’re waiting for

We do not wait alone

There’s a harder road that finds another day

There are things to do and see, and words to say

Some things are made of glass, and some of clay

And an early mist that’s rolling

There were those who fought and cried before they ran

There were those who looked in vain for leading hands

And still we search for comforts in the sand

And an early mist that’s rolling

Pull down these marble halls

There is no truth at all

Bide down these darkened holes

Until your master calls

Lay down your guns of war

Your idols of stone

We know what we’re waiting for

We do not wait alone