The Rest Between Notes — Episode 4

Our prayers aren't working The light won't come But you carry his fire in your blood Three doors, and there's cold coming up the stair, and he managed to crawl back up it Impressive The cut won't kill him The cold, that cold within him draining his health, slowly killing him Can't tourniquet it cold Below Muthar's blood, glowing in my sanctum So the old promise kept one child after all The Ember went below The ones who fled into the snow carry nothing Chaff Their Cantor took it down His blade is a flame sung dead, hammered to an edge Ours was one of three Three left burning in all the world Save your strength This may sting Sting? Boy, I've been stabbed Do your worst!