The Fight Gatekeeper

Lyrics: This is an exemplum of the blotted one s mind. The hands of the giants sitting high crave the light that fills your eyes. But, lo, the hour of our justice dawns when we seek to delight in a treasure that rests in the shade of the passionson. What will you live as a slave to, and how will you overcome Sleep not before firstfruit. The toils of ease are noxious, o weary son. Gatekeeper, turn the key. Heaven fall and cleanse our soiled souls. We grow so close. Yet, we grip onto the anchor ly