Ghosts in the Mist

Still hunting. Ghosts in the mist. Yellow rain falling, skin burning,

innocence dismissed. General Van Power's shadow lingers, hero a pawn in the game.

Bled for America, now they forgot our name. Ghosts in the mist are calling

my name. Secret war whispers, eternal pain. Blood in the jungle,

screams in the rain. Hunted forever, we haunt the plain.

Daughters bleed, brothers swing slow, yellow poison drip, souls led amist-ist-ist-mist. Never forget the

price of the fight. Hey, hey. Ghosts in the

mist hunt us every night. The recruitment, boys to killers. Still hunting.