[Intro — William, quiet, echoing the Architect's Number's intimacy] Every story needs a piece that holds the rest up. Take it out, and none of it was ever standing at all. Not the Den. Not the Five. Not Idirthír itself. [Verse 3 — reworked, echoing the Primordials] Five old powers built the framework. Five old shapes hold up the sky. Idirthír was theirs to carve out — the between-land, where we live and die. [New verse, inserted before the final chorus] This is Idirthír, not just a setting. Not a backdrop for the tale. It's the ground I've sung you standing on, the world the Keystone's meant to nail. [Final Chorus — unchanged, still lands the same] This is the Keystone. This is the piece that holds up everything I've sung. Pull it loose, and the whole thing scatters. Leave it standing — the story's just begun. [Outro — unchanged] Come back to the Den sometime. The light's still on. There's always room for one more song.
