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