Текст песни The Storm, Picturesque - There Will Be Fog On The Shore Tonight

Load your guns, kiss the loved ones goodbye
You've signed yourself a deal with the Gods of war

A fearful tide will fill your heart and soul
Even the bravest hearts will fold to this sound of this war
They'll run to the hills so far away from the bombs
That fall from the skies and burn her down
Into grey ash that forms the clouds that hang over head
Raining down misery that soaks everything

Flooded with guilt
Guilt rots away our souls
There will be fog on the shore tonight
No god on the shore tonight

Wipe the blood from the rusted bayonet
Wipe thick blood from the rusted bayonet

You surf these bloodied waves to the shores in armored boats
You watch the skies where angels grace and soar tonight
They light the night with fire and lead filled rain
Weakened hands begin to grip the noxious cannons
As you now step upon the grounds of the war to look death himself in the shadowed face
A fearful tide will fill your heart and soul
Thunderous sounds begin to deafen our heroes

May the Gods keep the wolves in the hills
Your glory walks hand in hand with your doom
And the world shall never see you again
And you're all doomed from your first breath

How bravely you have fought
How fiercely you have loved
How bravely they have fought til the end
How fiercely they have loved til no end
How long must the wives wait
How long will these hands shake