Not One Stone - Wovenhand

And in so they took on As far as one can go To crack the smile

And the old backbone

You offer up not your reason alone

Deep asleep as wolves

Who rise to worship their dreams

Under the mountain and thin as thieves

And armed to the teeth

We have the same hands

Behold the lamb, behold the lamb

Given for us, made curse for us Behold the lamb

Not one stone

Atop another will stand

As one of them I always am On my way down

This weary melody ends

The host of heaven descends

Down beneath this bleeding ground

Behold the lamb, behold the lamb

Given for us, made curse for us Behold the lamb, behold the lamb

Not one stone

Atop another will stand

Not one stone

Atop another will stand

Not one stone

Atop another will stand

Not one stone