| 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 |