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