Facing Concrete Mountains - Corpus Christii

Below the shallow sky

The goat does deny

Flickering stones ignite

Gruesome yet obliged

Black lava erupts, it coats

Yet cold absorbs

Might and willow breeze

For only that is dead, I see

Touch the fire

I do not burn

Higher and higher

I reach the goal

Further I roam these halls

Compelled again to serve His will