crawling so deeper... nobody should have to do it that way... breathing so higher... having thoughts that are never the same... as i
stand here trapped in immortal rites that aren't mine by choice... welcome the godless! living, dying... For something i won't do
again. screaming, scratching... and the godless shall be blessed all the same.
i have served the temple and now i want to consider me and them free...

Composição: Hortus Animae