Letra da Música: Abate The Chains Of Rule - Psychrist

As I Lay in a blanket of darkness
Enraptured by the storms forming around me
I hear amorphic whispering in the canopy
High above this forest protecting me

You are about to know
What it is like to be betrayed
By the Gods that you've come to depend on
Without choice your mind was changed by lies
Without God you'll long to be

Inflicting upon me
Pain over pain
Pleasure my soul
Until I am trained

Your flock is wintering
In the storms black eye
Your flight is a dance for one
Night calls its symphony
With eyes like an eclipsing moon
Following the freezing sun.