She rushes like fire but she's a hurricane, she destruction to everything and you're made up of everything.
You've got ice walls that stand tall for you, an idol. Both of you worshipped, her for the power and you for your message.
She was the sinner that crumpled your essence into fragments that were held hostage by the ground; for meaning is what mortals lived for.
She was, regardless of you and you were, because of her.
