I see the cadence Random but altogether clear This scorn was never mine Though it's all that I hold dear Futile charity, holy promises I dream it all away This consequence is yours to keep I shun it all away Stone, buried, asunder I burn stale fever running high Clawing at my skin The temple the wraith has had its say In the bright transparent light Stone, buried, asunder And I define a wanton cold And I decline the patterns of old You will never defeat The cadence sublime Stone, buried, asunder
