Too far gone to let this stop
Sacred profane
Crash and burn it into rock
A fall from grace

Bound by words
Still unable
To break these stones
Around our throats
As our days go

Is this burden not enough
A price I'd pay
A blessing cursed within this love
The first restraint

Bound by words
Still unable
To break these stones
Around our throats
As our days go
Clumsy tongues
Awkward fables
Still these stone
Rip at our throats
As it goes...
Blood and bone in which we're bound
Our markings laced
With thunderous sound
And though this flood would see us drowned
Through endless rains
Through sinking ground
Our hours kissed with crystal doubt
A warm embrace
A welcome drought
Bеckon throw your words aloud
Without a trace
We swear this vow