Spiritual Independence (The Farewell)
Self reliance, riding deep down a
Corridor
At the sides there are statures
To bow one's head
My will lead, my silence to forgive
Priestess, in liquid shroud
Essence of water
Wet my spirit!
Only, I've got my lantern
Only I, put on my cloak
Only I, I drink from cup
Only I, I keep the wand of command
Spiritual independence
Indulgence and expiation
