Fog in the Hollow

The fog in the hollow was borne on the storm That screamed like a demon enraged Flashing and crashing the clouds took the form Of an army forever engaged, ever engaged The fog in the hollow descends through the trees Clinging with fingers of bone Hangs like a flag as it drags through the leaves Stinking of soil and stone, soil and stone From above it appears as a glorious sight Below the light is broken and stained The tears of the people bleed into the sky Which feeds them with more of the same, more of the same The fog in the hollow as old as the range A presence that yields to none Come on with your light and your laws and your change It's over before it's begun, 'fore it's begun And from above it appears as a glorious sight Below the light is broken and stained The tears of the people bleed into the sky Which feeds them with more of the same, more of the same