Essence of gold or putrid sin
where does the soul begin
Coarse is the heart made of clay
venom the soul displays
Autonomy is my command
vile body serves the man

~.~

Destiny guides life within its bones
blood and flesh devour
Fervent mass of God`s right hand
fell within the hour

~.~

Hell awaits the important gaze
of pride and might
Flames curtail the challenge strong
of a will in flight

~.~

Autonomy is all but lost
but does man know the cost
Coarse is the heart within the game
the soul now burns with shame
Essence of gold or putrid sin
where does the soul begin