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
Silent cries
To my solitude profound
In too deep
There is no return
For the soul unbound
In too deep
Eternally
In pain and rapture
I was summoned
And I was forced
Yet - I willed it so
Silent cries
To my solitude profound
In too deep
There is no return
For the soul unbound
In too deep
