The Day That Never Comes .

Once and again, what holds my binds is what stands between the fading heat and the dying treat . At once thuds cease with drying rejoices from lying choices; concealments break committments and habitual purposes . Left defunct are guardians that propose ressurrection for decaying decades deteriorating in every step of passing years . Bairns faint in birth followed by eyes full of tears that tear the bold in bears . Again and once the rear is near to put motion at still during nights of perfidy; Knights of day in bewilderment watch with rusty weapons to fight a never-victorious combat . O' the binds that hold we in awe will remain in our hands and fate 'til late we see the day that never comes .