The Open Air
Atop This Mountain
Welcomes My Hungered Voice
Yet - In The Echoes
Of My Indulgence
I Hear A Calling From Below
Silent Cries
To My Solitude Profound
In Too Deep
There Is No Return
For The Soul Unbound
In Too Deep
I Draw Circles
Sacred Boundaries
Around My Desolate Temple
Blood Is Spilt
And Thorns Grow
On The Path To Liberty
Eternally
In Pain And Rapture
I Was Summoned
And I Was Forced
Yet - I Willed It So