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
1 | Frozen Lakes On Mars |
2 | Invocation |
3 | The Pain Is Still Mine |
4 | Undercurrent |
5 | The Barren Lands |
6 | Threnody |
7 | Elevator |
8 | Called by the Fire |
9 | The Paranoid |
10 | On The Shores |