"Stone by stone dismantled
yet rebuilt within mere days,
I will then stand over you
until the end of age,
should this cup not pass me.
I drink it to the dregs,
And go where no man follows
'till he follows to the grave"

So watch
and wait on
the hour of dawn
O receive your silver
and put away your swords
'till the day comes

All had whispered,
"Surely, Lord would I?"
but,
"He who shares my bread will lift his heel against me,"
not one of you yet dies