Keep no sand inside your stone.
Make no place your hallowed home.
Hold in your hands remants of
promises unwilling to unfold.

Keep the silence free, please speak sincere.
Yes, with fervid eyes and lucid mind,
Strive to never astray from
arms always open despite stuggle's knife.

Retain your words and unbrazen your tongue.
The fathers of lost renown have revived,
yet if only to shine through this night
and what I most desperately seek to define.

Murmur this of their only surpassing vow,
that the light that escapes to darkness
is only but a shadow to the confined eye
of what always shines either night or lightless.

Immersed in insolence we have embraced insane.
To be of truth is not knowing only of disdain.
Water to fire and rain to the valleys as they tire,
are we, my friends, so at ease to only aspire to

Not once reside to worth of the world, the Liar.