Heed these hands Born from sands Pray for stone wings To ease the heaving pain Of your burden Wait for the fall of time Wait for the fall of time Dust to flesh Flesh to stone Fly the embers of your name Feed the sands to the grave Thirst the bones of your slave All I own All I've known In the hands of this stone Craft these limbs Of dust to skin The silent terms The bonds of your bloodied War have begun Wait for the fall of time Wait for the fall of time Turn your back and walk forever Lest we be cast in stone together.