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