THE BUILDER’S REFUSAL

(Intro: The sound of a heavy chain dragging across concrete. A single, deep bass drum beats like a slow heart.)

(Verse 1: The Origin)

They looked at the cracks and they called us the waste

Said the clay was too jagged, a bitter taste

They wanted the perfect, the smooth, and the light

So they threw us deeply into the night.

But the cellar is cold, and the cellar is deep

And down in the darkness, the promises keep.

We gathered the broken, the addicted, the wrong

And we hammered the misery into a song.

(Chorus: The Vow)

FILL THE FETTERS! (Group Shout)

Bind the wolf with the iron band.

RAISE THE SHIELD! (Group Shout)

With the mark of the Webbed Hand.

We are the Stone that the Builders refused

We are the weapon that God has used.

Catena Non Marcum—The Chain will not break

We stand on the Wall for the innocent's sake.

(Verse 2: The Evidence)

From the Pecos canyons to the Columbia stone

The Spirits are watching, we are not alone.

The Rayed Head rises, the Light Body burns

The wheel of the century grinds and it turns.

We saw the Moon bleed in the year Thirty-Three

We know what it costs to set a soul free.

You can call us crazy, you can call us lost

But we are the ones who have paid the cost.

The Horse is on fire, the year is at hand

There’s no more hiding in the safety of land.

To the deep water, where the Selkies dive

It’s the only place we come alive!

FORTH FORTUNE! Ride the flame!

FORTH FORTUNE! Scream the name!

(Chorus: The Vow)

FILL THE FETTERS!

Bind the wolf with the iron band.

RAISE THE SHIELD!

With the mark of the Webbed Hand.

We are the Stone that the Builders refused

We are the weapon that God has used.

Catena Non Marcum—The Chain will not break!

Catena Non Marcum—The Chain will not break!

(Outro: The drum beat slows down. A single voice, whispering/growling.)

We bind the chaos.

We hold the line.

Gold on the rim.

...It holds.

(Ending: The sharp metallic sound of a lock clicking shut.)

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