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