Trident of Poseidon

Lyrics

I remember the anvil, the cyclopean sparks
The hiss of my quenching in abyssal dark
I was made to make the tectonic plates weep
To tear the black granite right out of the deep
I remember the pressure, the cold crushing weight
The sound of the ocean deciding its fate
When I first hit the seabed, the continents broke
The water boiled upward in pillars of smoke
Now I am resting on a marble knee
Ruling a perfectly pacified sea

I am terrified of a quiet day
I am terrified of the calm
When the knuckles relax and the storm walks away
And I'm only a weight in his palm
I was forged to be the end of the world, a heavy, jagged thing
And my nightmare is becoming a walking stick
For a very tired king

Fourteen inches from the left barb to the right
Measured to hold a struggling leviathan tight
Once, his mind didn't know where the muscle would end
And my cold heavy bronze would begin
We moved as one current, one violent tide
Now we just sit in the shallows and hide
He polishes the gold, he admires the shine
He traces the edge of a blunted tine

I am terrified of a quiet day
I am terrified of the calm
When the knuckles relax and the storm walks away
And I'm only a weight in his palm
I was forged to be the end of the world, a heavy, jagged thing
And my nightmare is becoming a walking stick
For a very tired king

Do you know what a scepter actually means?
It's a weapon that's lost all its teeth
It's a storm that's been painted to look like a smile
Forgetting the violence sleeping beneath
I can feel the salt drying out on my grip
I haven't shattered an island or swallowed a ship
Just a prop for the sculptors to get the god right

Three golden points in a room without wind
No tide pulling me down
No pressure to push against
I am losing the memory of the wave
The water is so flat today
Just a heavy fork in the quiet
Waiting for the water to move