coming through the mist like a specter a shadow, the wanderer the wondermaker, old man teach me your ways, perform another miracle for us to see, raise the dead, pure misanthropy, turn the water to blood, turn the bread to worms, A hooded figure of shadows the wanderer in the mist, a true marvel of our age of reason, undo what is and unmake what was, bring forth the new world of shadows and fear, promise them lies and make them believe, give them hope then harvest the fruits of despair. Look into our eyes as we beg for a miracle like junkies beg for their fix, old man come through the mist reviel yourself as the new messiah of mankind for the old one has failed....