Walk into the white mist
Which covers all darkness
The mist smells like despair!
But it's really just nature calling
Calling me back into the quagmire!
Where my soul once emerged!
It wants to reclaim my power!
Pick my bones clean and the bones be gone!
Is it nature calling?
Or is it my soul?
My soul is screaming for release!
No peaceful breath death in sight!
Let it burn!
Let it rot!
Let it decay!