Faithless adamantine heart

Freshly stained and battle scarred

You'll be golden in your time

Still to live, ease your impatient mind

Bathe your raven tireless head

I will make your feather bed

Raise your weather-beaten brow

Know it's all just a show, on we plow

I can hold all the tides of this heaven

Never mind all the nights that we sat in awe

To tell our own kin begin

Through the fears of the night and the night after

Keep me near in your sight and remember

All the sounds of our own bemoan

On the path to the light, I know I will go

Very soon, all too soon, and I'll take with me nothing

Save a truth untold