DESCRIPTION:
Leave me I'm a man of sand. The wind will wash away my hands. I'm a dry statue to be swept away when the tide returns and ends this day.

Mold me I'm a man of mud. The wet soil will be my blood. I'm a knotted figure mad of earth so let my death be your birth.

Cut me I'm a man of ice. On this cold cold night I am filled with vice. A frozen monument of powdered snow. I'll be melting slowly under spring times glow.

Forge me I'm a man of steel. The metal man that never kneels. I'm a ridged testament that you can trust to guard the past as it turns to rust.

(Original recorded in 2001. Previously unreleased.)