On these times bestowed
Hundredth plea and thousandth curse
Barren rain laces smote
Weeping salt on conquered earth
What lies in wait
What lies in bane
Void begets faith
What kilns remain
In quiet hearth
Land unnamed
That name is hate
What flesh can house truths unsaid
Shackled fiends, gilded lies, furnace words
Wail and howl for shallowest breath
Then tear the heretic heart,
Breastwork with pious thirst; unquenched
On these times bestowed
Names worn shadow thin
Whispered words iron stoke
Shame cast to very skin