I've seen the power of lower world, I've seen flames melt wax. And I was crowned with nobility of desire's seduction. Freedom to my spirit for my shoulders carry no more what to me does not belong. 'Lost the cinders that were left and nothing remains, and I own it still. I've swallowed my own blood watching the ruins of my own self and I saw tears become that will never dry. I felt the pain of my whip, that carried pieces of rotten flesh once part of other bodies. There's brightness. Inside the dark shell. Inside the raw stone. Inside my eyes.