Tizona

Lyrics

I am exactly one point one kilograms of watered steel,
Stamped with the year 1040, cold and wide.
You draw me from the scabbard expecting a miracle,
I can feel the sweat on your palm, I can feel you hide.
You didn’t unsheathe a weapon today.
You unsheathed a ghost, hoping it would have something to say.

This is what terrifies a myth in the glaring sun:
Being held by a man who expects the work is already done.
You thrust me forward like a heavy wooden cross,
Hoping the shadow of my master will cover your loss.
I am a razor, I am a balance, I am a weight,
But you are just waiting for the enemy to break.

Rodrigo never asked me to be a parlor trick.
When his fingers closed, the flesh and the hilt agreed.
The hand moved before the mind had ordered the strike,
I was just the final boundary of his speed.
He knew I was iron, he knew I had to be driven in.
But you just hold me up to the daylight,
Hoping the legend will save your skin.

This is what terrifies a myth in the glaring sun:
Being held by a man who expects the work is already done.
You thrust me forward like a heavy wooden cross,
Hoping the shadow of my master will cover your loss.
I am a razor, I am a balance, I am a weight,
But you are just waiting for the enemy to break.

I remember the princes in the royal court,
They saw my naked edge and fell to their knees.
I didn't even touch a drop of their blood.
What kind of weapon wins on a sudden breeze?
I became a story that does the cutting for you.
Now I rest in a velvet box in a quiet room,
And I pray they never shatter the glass.

Because the next hand will be just as empty.
Just a trembling wrist.
Don't draw me.
Don't make me prove
That the magic doesn't exist.