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