Andúril / Narsil

Lyrics

I rested in velvet for 30 long ages
A holy disaster on a cushion of red
They pointed at me on the pedestal, whispering
Safe in the house of the beautiful dead
I was a relic, I was finished with blood
I was perfectly happy as a shattered thing
Then you brought me the fire, and called yourself king

And they filled up my fractures with starlight and spell
Now I carry the weight of a legend as well
You call me the Flame, but I still feel the cold
Where the structure gave out in the battles of old
I am sharp, I am shining, I'm kingly and grand
But I know where I break in your hand

The elves swung their hammers to marry the seam
They covered the trauma with silver and grief
Engraved me with moons just to dazzle the metal
To bury the fault line I still cannot settle
Exactly a hand-span away from the guard
Where the king hit the rock and the iron went dark

When you lift me in anger, the balance is strange
My schema of steel hasn't caught up to change
I swing through the air and my memory snaps
Bracing for failure, expecting collapse
I am only a story they glued back together

Now we ride to the gates made of iron and dread
You are trusting the crown that was drawn from the dead
Strike hard if you have to
Strike true if you must
I will try not to turn back to dust
I will try