Through The Mists Of Time
See dark shadows
On the walls
See the pictures
Some hang, some fall
And the painted faces
All in a line
And the painted ladies
Yeah, the painted ladies
Through the mists of time
The mists of time
All the restless cries
Through the mists of time
On a mountain high
Through the mists of time
Hear the whisper
Of the whirlwind
Monster shadows
A light gone dim
Dark horses
Roam in my sleep
Mystic voices
Conjure up our dreams
And the painted ladies
Yeah, the painted ladies
Through the mists of time
The mists of time
All the restless cries
Through the mists of time
On a mountain high
Through the mists of time
And the painted faces
Looking so divine
Through the mists of time
The mists of time
All the restless cries
Through the mists of time
On a mountain high
Searchin' for a sign
Through the mists of time
The mists of time, time
Writer/s: Angus McKinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
