Caladbolg

Lyrics

You drew me like a storm front rolling in,
Both hands wrapped around the oak and hide.
I felt the heat rise up beneath your skin,
You had an oath to break, a king to try.
I am the hard cleft, hungry for the breath,
I tasted copper in the heavy air.
I was prepared to be a sudden death,
To end the age that left us standing near.

But a sword is only as brave as the arm.
I am the lightning that arcs in the dark,
Built to swallow a kingdom whole,
But I felt your shoulder pull the arc.
You couldn't do it, you couldn't strike the man.
You swung me out to face the open land.

I felt the motor-plan abort inside your wrist,
The sudden heavy torque that pulled me out.
We missed the pulsing vein, the royal twist,
And slammed into the helpless rocky ground.
Three hills decapitated in a row,
Four hundred thousand tons of topsoil and shale.
They call it glory in the songs they know,
I call it weeping when a giant's hand has failed.

But a sword is only as brave as the arm.
I am the lightning that arcs in the dark,
Built to swallow a kingdom whole,
But I felt your shoulder pull the arc.
You couldn't do it, you couldn't strike the man.
You swung me out against the passive land.

What use is a rainbow made of heavy ruin,
If all I ever carve is scenery?
You spared the king, you left his heart still doing
The quiet things that bury you and me.
I am worshipped for a tantrum in the mud.
I have a thirst, and you fed me the grass.

Put me back in the dark.
I am so tired of the dirt.
I am so tired of the diverted blow.
You cut the horizon down
Because you were afraid of the throne.
And now I wait for a grip
That follows through.