A flash of arrogance surges through my blood, and it's heat dispels my doubts
I must claim what is promised, and neither God, nor lowly beast
Nor weak apprehension will hamper my efforts
As if motivated by recaptured youth
I stride through the gates and demand entrance, demand audience
The powers of the Earth scoff and sneer, but their laughter does nothing to shake my resolve
Not until I lose what I hold dearest do I realize my folly
The horror, defeat
My ruin, begun
Ego-death, complete
Sacrifice; at what cost?
My pain is magnified by
Self-loathing, no one to blame
What have I done?
