Weight of Stone

Put back your stones, carry your weak

Our love will be

Cripples and liars, bastards and thives

Our care shall not sieze 

We beleive in the meek

To those who seek

The broken, the blessed, the cursed, and the bleak

Are all seen in the light

Our faith is our shelter, the shadows now faltered

A flase sight

The rich find a way to escape prestiges lies

Building for power, a withering blight

Broken binds

We lay down our burdens

Acknowledge our faults

Put back all our stones