Crystal Asunder

I see the cadence
Random but altogether clear
This scorn was never mine
Though it's all that I hold dearFutile charity, holy promises
I dream it all away
This consequence is yours to keep
I shun it all awayStone, buried, asunderI burn stale fever running high
Clawing at my skin
The temple the wraith has had its say
In the bright transparent lightStone, buried, asunderAnd I define a wanton cold
And I decline the patterns of old
You will never defeat
The cadence sublimeStone, buried, asunder