None of these souls are free from this burden
A shrouded fog enslaves them to a frail perception
They come as one to this golden haven
As Night and Day becomes a distant memory
The choir sings in unison suffering
As the heat melts these walls with its igneous melody
I stand restrained by the chains on my hands
And the light that once guided me
Is cursing my path to liberation
A thunderous roar to appease the herd
Unsheathed sword to enliven my spirit
Will this cathedral be my sepulcre?
Will this blight consume my sanity?
I crawled through the path of the saints
Shall I perish as the light shineth in my anguish?
I have conquered the spectrum of light
And I have witnessed the horrors of the dark
A puppet in the hands of the Gods
Now I am the One