London Fog - The Lillingtons

London, 1935

An eclipse sun is on the rise

Feel the wrath of every ray

As you are swiftly cast away

Sometimes, at night their screams are turned to fog

As they gather around the demagogue

Battle the night, the wind was oh so cold

Now, the chosen variable’s controlled

Sometimes, at night their screams are turned to fog

This night will be their epilogue

They light their torches and they all descend

This is how the trial will end