find goldmines digging up divine shrines cajoled fools tend to feed the brandlings and mold stalwart hearts heat us up when wars start cold things dwell waiting at the bottom of the well those who bleed together live forever on and on time rules blind paying us goons no mind wise old souls tend to hear the rattling i m told all is flux nothing stays as it was cold hearts dwell waiting at the bottom of the well those who bleed together live forever on and on and on and on