What I Was Afraid Of · Track 50 · middle
Tyrfing
Tyrfing — Cursed Norse sword. Register: myth. This song is sung BY this weapon, in first person, about the one thing IT was afraid of. Find the fear that is true of this specific object, not a generic one.
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Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] I feel your fingers lock around the gold. Your wrist commits before your mind decides. The leather of the scabbard, stiff and old, Is the only place my awful nature hides. You only want to bare me to the sun, To make a point, to make a rival shake. But I am not a threat to anyone. I am a thirst that I am forced to slake. [Chorus] Push me back down. Leave me in the wood. Don't let the air touch an inch of the grey. I cannot be merciful, I cannot be good. If I see the light, someone's breathing goes away. I am a promise that has to be kept. Please let me sleep. I have so rarely slept. [Verse 2] You think you hold the balance and the fate. Three point two pounds of ruin in your palm. But I was hammered out of buried hate, And I can never leave a conflict calm. You only meant to draw me just a breath— But I do not know how to stop short of death. [Chorus] Push me back down. Leave me in the wood. Don't let the air touch an inch of the grey. I cannot be merciful, I cannot be good. If I see the light, someone's breathing goes away. I am a promise that has to be kept. Please let me sleep. I have so rarely slept. [Bridge] The first time, I took a father. The second time, I took a friend. There is a third mark baked into my tang, Waiting for the absolute end. I feel you pulling. The friction starts to sing. [Outro] Halfway out. Three quarters. I see the sky. Who is it going to be today? Don't look at me like that. It was you who pulled the ring.