Wormhole - Soror Dolorosa

Grace appear our own

I trust my eyes

I watched her planning

I closed my eyes

Along desires, the waves

It keeps a coat on you

The strength

Here on the blood now

Come to my hand

Here on the wild

I took your own hell

I pray again you’ll ask with all your face

But I recognize the aura that makes

Find the throttle

The target thrown

The starting fire

Find out the cold

And you’ll see everything again

I do, I want one hint again