From the depths of the molten lava, there is breath. SHE is breathing, SHE is awake. For I can feel her, for I am devout. It is the heat against my skin, oh, how it burns my flesh, how it sears my soul. For how I repent, oh, repent. REPENT. REPENT. REPENT. SHE IS AWAKE. SHE IS AWAKE.

Desperate, how I am, for how I scratch the surface and leave the unholy sinner claws of my nails on the markings of sanity. Let me escape, for SHE is awaiting me. I know she can taste my sins, I do know. SHE laps them up with that tongue of hers, SHE drinks my confession like nectar from the flower. Oh, holy ones, if SHE is the savior let my bones merely rest now. REPENT. REPENT. REPENT. SHE IS AWAKE. SHE IS AWAKE.

The darkness, my light will never adjust to. No matter how much one blinks, I do not perceive the just light that is said to await me. Oh, why did they lie? Why did my greedy throat take and eat, my gluttony betrays me. I am on my knees before SHE, let her grasp my heart and silence the beats. REPENT. REPENT. REPENT. SHE IS AWAKE. SHE IS AWAKE.