Gathering faiths ‘neath earth and stone
in pressing dark and trodden halls
where fire ignites in broken souls
and flames ignite the temple's walls

In slumber rests the rusted blade
the sound of freedom softly rings
as musty eyes emerge from gray
and stirrings do the noises bring

A hope renewed where death prevails
awakened in the lowly cast;
For t'was between two rods of steel
That freedom was attained at last.