The smithy will crush
The sword blade will flatten
The cursors will loop in the sky
The oaks will fatten
The old God is buried with grandeur and gold
The world will spin coins, which the purer can not loaned
You will all blow away
Dandelions sneeze
The hells will grow higher
The ancient diaries

You'll stay with us, as stones evermore
You'll stay with us, as stones evermore
You'll stay with us, as stones evermore
You'll stay with us, as stones evermore
You'll stay with us, as stones evermore
You'll stay with us, as stones evermore