Saline Grace - Fog Mountain lyrics

Taken through a bleak, dead mountain Where only fog and slate grey rules Where the sky its ugly floodgate opens He searches for mercy and peace of mind The clouds, like a plague, are sickly raging A stinking herd, the world's purulent discharge And between clefts like steel , so bare and painful A horde of grey men is ghostly appearing ‘Follow us into a new regime!' they say Then with wagon and throne they move away But roaming further through fog mountain Where bitter agony and stone restricts He meets a bearded man within the torrents Who sits in the mud, endowed with weals ‘Bread and wine I want to share!' he says But stale brew and mildew the juggler raises A dark haired, pretty woman he meets Caught by her weird and pale blue eyes Under the poplars smothered with kisses They kneel in that madhouse of worths and lies ‘Your hunger I want to allay here!' she says With a gently whispering voice and naked The storm it rages and he stares silently The mountain devours him, he skedaddles He watches a raptor tormented by hunger And presents himself as a fainted prey ‘Your hunger I want to allay here!' he says Seriously, with a truthfully cawing voice