DESCRIPTION:
Radiant beam, end of the dream and it's so cold. Feel bare footsteps on the frozen ground, opening the seal of the stronghold, ears splitting to the hatchet's pound. Overwhelmed by the acrid earth, the sickly sweet smell of death... Realize we're at the point of no return, bitter work to be done. Adrenaline rising as the screws turn, exposing a forsaken son, and I know summer's over. Stallion's feet in the street, and it's so loud. Deed done and off to home. A moment's courage, years of rage, and so proud, shrinking behind the abbey's dome.