Crossing Foggy Mountains
Ryan Adams
I cross a foggy mountain
We arrive upon the lake
We waited with the women
With our horses and our weapons
Something's in the trees
Something black with wings
The horses are scattered round
What are these mysterious things?
We should try to slay them
How can we be sure?
The more of them we follow
The trail will go back to us villagers
Something's in the trees
Something black with wings
The horses are scattering
What are these mysterious things?
Something's in the trees
Something black with wings
The horses are scattering
What are these mysterious things?