tallow and flame working beneath you, with tallow and flame. i lost my song in the caverns that thundered, when i was young. i cut cathedrals, out from the stone. lime burnt the sweat that measured my days, down to the bone. but let it ring true boys, let it ring true, four tons a day brought to the surface, let it ring true. bodies are broken, hard men and boys. caught between nothing but pain and the poor house, a quarrymans choice. all that is left here, the chambers and spoil. only the stone that's not worth a candle, my mark on the wall. but let it ring true boys, let it ring true, four tons a day brought to the surface, let it ring true. now i can't remember the sound of your voice, only the chimes of angels and demons join with my thoughts. i'll no longer hear, the wind in the leaves, the cry of my children in laughter or pain, but don't pity me. just let it ring true boys, let it ring true, four tons a day brought to the surface, let it ring true.