Foretold Pt. 1
by Bill and James West
featuring Tina West

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Lyrics

Fog lifting off the moor on a misty morning
Nothing bodes us well for the fate of man
Nevermore the comforts we're accustomed
The winged evil scours o'er the land
They search upon command from their dark master
Their quest to find the one who was foretold
Dark clouds descend upon us
Reaching deep within our very soul

Bill West - 6 string Acoustic Guitar / Mandolin
James West - 12 string Acoustic Guitar / Bass
Tina West - Vocals

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